Mason Sutton is his son, but if he doesn't have the strength, even if he inherits his position in the future, he won't be able to win the crowd.
As for who will inherit his position then, both Corbin Crowley and Zeke Veridian are good choices.
Though they aren't his sons, sons-in-law are like half-sons, not much different in his mind.
Corbin Crowley doesn't know Lyle Sutton's thoughts, glancing at Mason Sutton, his silver eyes flickering: "None left."
Mason Sutton turns his gaze to Rhys Blackwood, the meaning clear.
Rhys Blackwood is playing with a few cubs, noticing Mason Sutton's eyes: "...fed to the snakes."
Indeed, there are a few left, but they're reserved for the eight cubs, not even enough for his own, let alone spare some for Mason Sutton.
"Zeke..."
Mason Sutton just begins to speak.
Zeke Veridian's emerald gaze sweeps over: "None."
Malachi Arcanus is squatting by the fire, picking his teeth, chuckling lightly at the words: "I've got a few—"
