The Sunspire Dark Shadows on the wall

Resentment flooded through him again as Jace spoke, making his declaration and speaking his orders. As though Summer were some wolf beneath him. One of the flock. The lion roared inside of his chest, demanding that Summer rise and take his place above this wolf who dared try to show dominance over him. Summer was truly in no shape to do so, and thus he kept his mouth shut, just as his good sense would have had him do anyway if he had any of it at that moment.

Summer leaned on his beta and pulled himself to all fours with Jace's assistance. His dominant resolve had faded, and he merely whined as pathetically as he truly was at that moment. He wanted only to get home to his den, to sleep. And he would take the help of anyone who could get him there.