“You don’t want two hotheads on the same rotation.” I say. “And you need at least one wolf who can track quietly on each patrol.”
“You do this like you’ve been doing it your whole life.”
“I have.” I reply.
We work through the rest of the schedule quickly, and when we finally finish, he leans back in his chair and exhales.
“You have a real knack for this.” He says.
“My father was a warrior.” I answer without hesitation. “He was the head warrior. I used to help him with patrol schedules since I was a kid. I think he was training me to be a warrior.”
Nathan studies me with something like respect in his eyes.
“You would’ve been a good one.”
“I still am.” I say quietly.
He nods once, and then something shifts in his expression, something more personal.
“Can I ask you something?” He sa
