Chapter 60

He rubbed at his eyes, not caring about how the small amount of sleep he had was making him more and more dangerous for others to be around with his slight shift of control. It's not like He wouldn't be able to heal anything he tore apart. . .except maybe death. Having his mind split into so many different tasks while functioning on little food, sleep and a mate for comfort was suddenly taking its toll on him.

He wasn't one to struggle with mental tasks, but mind linking different members, going through their minds for anything that stuck out, keeping track of loose rogues around the world, listening in on alpha conversations, having wolves use his excessive energy for missions, sending out directions at every direction and dealing with heightened senses, not to mention having his own thoughts to deal with as well as struggling not to use the only link he really wanted to use was a struggle to the max.

It didn't help that he was overworking to catch the little snitch in the pack, who