The dining hall had begun to empty by the time I finally escaped. I didn’t necessarily want to leave, but Will had apparently decided his future house required a six-car garage, three spare bedrooms, a private training field, and enough land to become its own small nation.
The discussion had lasted twenty minutes. The fact that he wasn't even old enough to move out yet had not slowed him down.
I stepped into the cool evening air with a quiet sense of relief. Behind me, laughter and conversation continued spilling through the open doors of the dining hall while wolves slowly made their way home for the night. Lanterns illuminated the main pathways cutting through territory, their warm glow reflecting off damp stone left behind by the earlier rain.
Most of White Wolf had settled into its
