Chapter 34

Jack's POV The stench of blood and failure filled the air. It disgusted me. I stood at the center of the battlefield-turned-makeshift hospital, watching the medics fumble over my injured warriors like children playing pretend. The so-called healers of my pack were useless. A groan came from my left, one of my best fighters, writhing in pain as a medic hesitated over his broken arm. "Why aren't you fixing him?" I demanded snarkily The trembling medic swallowed hard. "Alpha, we… we don't have the supplies. The break is severe. Without proper treatment—" Enough. With a snarl, I backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Excuses won't save him!" I bellowed. "If you can't heal my warriors, then what the hell are you good for?" The anger in my veins was raging, uncontrollable. Over half my warriors were gone. I had lost hundreds in this fight against Simon's pack. I had expected to crush them, to watch their Alpha bleed at my feet. Instead, I had been humiliated. A roar of fury to