ClintSitting on the side of his younger brother's bed, Clint tucked in the covers and looked at the bruises that covered his face and arms. Anger raged inside of him, but he knew that until he took control of the pack, there was not much he could do. “I love you, Scrappy.” As he finished, he went to leave the room but was stopped by the quiet words behind him. “Could you please tell me a story?” The words were tentative, but it was clear that he was not ready to be alone yet. Earlier in the morning, Marcus had lost track of a scent he was told to follow during training. Their father had been so infuriated that he had tied the boy to a fence with silver-infused ropes and beat him until he had passed out from the pain. Clint had waited until their father left before untying the young boy and taking him for medical care. They both had Alpha blood, so his body started healing rapidly without his wolf. Clint turned and walked back to the side of the bed, motioning the young pup to scoo
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