“I didn’t know you were … well…” I said to Brandon.
“Oh, you can say Native American. It’s not racist or anything,” Brandon said.
“Are you?”
“A Native? My dad’s from the tribe. My mom isn’t. They were fated mates. Before she became a part of our tribe, she was part of the Howls. Back in those days, the Howls were quite amicable. At the wedding ceremony, all the Howls came and celebrated with us like our brothers,” he said. “Not so much anymore. There’s hardly any accord between the packs nowadays.”
As we ascended up the path that led to the big teepee, I felt a sense of warmth spread all over my body. It was as if I was being welcomed by some ancient spirit. A spirit looking over me.
Welcome, child, I heard in my head. Welcome to the commune of the Creed. May you find peace.
I wheele
