The screams echoed long and sharp through the gorge as Severin and Freya were dragged away.
"All forces pull back to pack territory. The wounded go to Whitecross General. Use the best medicine we have. And tonight, we hold a victory feast in the council hall. Every wolf who fought, male or female, young or old, gets a cut of bear meat."
Raine broke his composure for just a moment.
"Bear meat?"
I kept my voice flat.
"Yes. Let everyone have a taste of what happens to those who try to violate the Bonehowl Pack."
The word spread, and the entire pack erupted. That night, the wolves roared with more pride and fire than they had in living memory.
Three months later, a new council hall rose over Bonehowl territory.
Not that I had any great passion for construction. The old one simply could
