Victor knelt outside the Ash Pine assembly hall for three days.
When the rain stopped, the night wind dried the blood to his clothes. The sun rose and set, turning the mud beneath his knees into hardened clay. The rejection backlash continuously tore his wounds open, but he refused to move.
With the Elders hauled off by the Council, Ash Pine had fallen into chaos overnight.
As the Alpha Heir, he was supposed to stand up and stabilize the pack.
Instead, he knelt in the dirt, completely deaf to the pleas of his warriors.
Raymond told me all of this when he came to Moon Deer Valley to deliver the trial documents.
I was busy changing the dressing for a young pup who had gotten tangled in a silver-laced hunter’s net. The boy was terrified, his small fists gripping my sleeve tightly.
When
