Tryson swore under his breath again, pushed the last of the ragged fur into the little hole in the cave wall, then turned around and put his hands to his hips.
He needed food and water—enough to help his body heal quickly if it was required. And he needed to start pursuing and challenging wolves at each level of the pack, forcing them to face him. Until he had worked his way through his own people, he wouldn't be acknowledged by the wider Chimera at all.
He was going to have to be careful. All the fighting he was about to do would give Lhars and Lina both an opportunity to watch him. He would have to hold back some, appear not quite as strong, not quite as skilled as he actually was.
Sweat prickled his brow at the thought of fighting Lhars. The two were so evenly matched… but Tryson 's
