“You want me to be more involved with the pack?”
“I want you to take your responsibilities as my son,” he barked.
Red froze. This man was Tem’s father? How could that be? Though they both had dark hair and a broad build, they looked nothing alike. Was it because they were wolves? Red didn’t understand and, for some reason, felt even less safe than she had moments earlier.
“If that’s what you want, then you’ll have it. I’ll do what you say. Just let me be the one to kill him,” Tem negotiated.
Tem’s father looked at him suspiciously. “You’ll do whatever I command?”
“If I can be the one to kill him, yes.”
“Then it is your right.” Turning to the guards, “Take him to the center of the square and spike him down.”
“No!” Tem ordered. “You gave me the right and I’ll decide when.”
“Will you?
