HOLDING THE BABY HAD grounded him somewhat and knowing that Sirin was okay—he was more than willing to take the word of the woman who’d once killed a deer in a fit of protectiveness—relieved some of his anxiety. Mera had also assured him Milthu had enjoyed the midday meal so much he’d fallen into a heavy sleep afterwards. She’d kindly not speculated about the Leopards usual diet, but Aalyan had learned the hard way to pace himself if he didn’t want the sudden overabundance of food to shock his system.
He was grateful, especially because as much as he loved his little brother, he needed time to himself. His heart was still heavy, both with the family he’d lost and the one he’d gained.
Was he supposed to be happy to have Ghian and his pack? Or desolate to have lost his own? He paced around
