Welford's POV
I had sent my daughter into the mouth of the beast, it was a lesson she needed to learn, how to get close to the enemy to get the information you want, I had kept her from her responsibilities too long, and I was almost beginning to spark whispers in the corners, people were beginning to say I was keeping her from her duties to the pack because she was my daughter.
I was guilty of the accusations and I had only let her go reluctantly to disprove the growing voices of opposition to my stance, and now as I sat here in this hotel room with an open bottle of wine, I felt like I hadn't prepared her enough. I poured some wine into an empty glass and lifted it to my lips, I needed something to distract me from her and her plight, at least until she returned with favourable news.
