I opened my window. Featherly snowflakes land on my hair. The road outside is covered by a thick layer of snow. The sight is peaceful but my mind is a mess. Jace had returned to the Red Moon an hour ago. Yet, his revelation was still kept engraved in my head. Cleon wanted to give some help, but that meant putting the pack in line.
As the substitute head warrior, my decision plays an important role in the current planning. I couldn't just make a decision on my own; I needed to talk to the warriors and seek their opinions or permission. Cleon and I both expressed our sympathies to the defeated Jace; he is his cousin, while Jace was my mate and I was once a member of the pack, but this isn't only about us.
If given the opportunity, I would gladly assist without hesitation, but this confli
