I took it in stride and accepted his criticisms. Once I was back in my own nest and far away from my father, I felt like I could finally breathe. The man could be so cruel. I was giving my best effort, but it wasn’t enough. What was he doing? My father was remaining in the den.
A part of me understood that he still needed to remain at the den to protect the rest of the pack. However, I felt like he was doing this for selfish reasons. I just couldn’t put my finger on what that reason was.
The next morning, I felt wary. I hadn’t gotten enough sleep, and this would not bode well for tonight. I wanted to find Isla for a fleeting moment of happiness, but we were told by one of my father’s subordinates to review everything once more.
I didn’t understand the reason for this, so I confronted my
