A week had passed since their mission had begun, and Mark found himself grappling with the unexpected challenges it presented.
Despite their previous experience assisting their fathers in similar endeavors, assuming the mantle of leadership seemed to be the reason behind their delay.
Mark couldn't help but wonder why the tasks they once executed seamlessly now appeared daunting.
Doubts crept into his mind, whispering insecurities about his ability to lead.
Perhaps the weight of responsibility was greater than he had anticipated.
Fortunately for the other pack's leaders they had met, they had finally accomplished their mission: bringing a temporary respite from the ever-looming threat of human aggression toward werewolves.
Math was happy for them, however, truth be told, his patience was running out.
'They should have given us the mission before the coronation,' Nathan expressed, a touch of desperation coloring his words.
