The Sunspire i dreamt i was an architect.

The compliment brought a smile of pleasure to the boy's face, which immediately was scrunched in conflict as his polluted mind told him not to listen. Jace was a kind man, and Summer was all too aware of his personal flaws that made the thought of ever leading a pack simply laughable. He was uncertain, anxious, and intensely uncomfortable at the idea of having expectations that he could fail to meet. It was something he would grow out of or learn to deal with somehow, but that was something only others could sense. Summer was too much a hopeless victim to his lack of self-esteem and the mental issues that caused it.

As the alpha dropped further into the deepening den, Summer lowered his voice for Jace's ears only. "Do we know anything of the father?" he asked, turning his gaze to show his friend the concern upon his face. If Ferdie would decide to raise these pups as his own, that was his prerogative. If the mother didn't argue, there was no reason for Summer to. The true sire was another matter entirely.