*****Six weeks later*********
Kane was training the warriors, his injury just a memory. But, the scar a painful reminder of what had happened. He found out that his father had gone to the Elder council about it. Their conversation after the fact was not pretty. He shook the memory out of his head about the dagger. He was thankful that the Dragonmoon Pack had nothing to do with it. That would have hurt his father and mother even more. He knew they were close friends.
Fillan strode up to his best friend, "So, what do you think of Tracker?" They were finishing up and heading back to the locker rooms.
"I think he has something to hide," Kane admitted, "But, whatever it is, doesn't matter much. He's vital to this pack, and I'd like to keep him here."
Fillan nodded, the
