IT TOOK AALYAN A WHILE to process Ghian’s idea of not just visiting his pack—something he hadn’t even considered before—but bringing them something as valuable as the knowledge of how to grow their own crops.
Libi and the others technically knew enough to take back to the leopards, but even though they had been allowed to come and learn, that didn’t mean they’d truly have the support they needed when they went back to the leopard territory. Aalyan could tip the scales in their favour, especially if he took Sirin and Naneni with him. His birth pack could argue he was fatter because of his condition, but there was no denying the effects good food had on the youngsters.
And he wanted to. He missed Milthu and his parents and Zyal and even his brother sometimes, and the land. Maybe the Goddes
