EISEN’S POV
16 hours earlier… 9 pm in Dennehotso
I sat at the small dinette table with my shoulders hunched and my head down, trying to put out all the small fires my brother had set when he’d given impromptu orders to have Dustmaw’s Resting Luna thrown into a prison cell. Not that I had any love for Sara Hill, she could spend the rest of her days rotting in isolated confinement for all that I cared. Without my father’s intervention, she’d have readily dealt me the same punishment- just for the crime of existing.
The only good thing about Jaxom’s mother was that she’d been diligently committed to fulfilling her pack duties, and even that was a double-edged sword. Checking in on newborn pups and postpartum mothers, visiting senior wolves, making rounds at our local hospitals- all jobs t
