Redhawk Caldera Peel off her face and frantically chew her eyes [m]

His blood ran cold when Fox spoke. He knew he deserved it but that didn't mean Peregrine wouldn't have a visceral reaction to whatever judgment she put forth. "I'll leave," he said simply, though he didn't make a move. He wouldn't go anywhere until Fox gave him permission to do so. Meanwhile, his heart ached at everything he would lose along with his title and membership: his mate, his kids, his friends. Everything.

He fell silent when she commanded him to get rid of the body. Peregrine nodded, though he froze as he tried to infer what exactly she meant. She didn't explicitly mention the easiest way to get rid of dead meat—consumption—but he intuited that's what she meant. He would do whatever needed to be done. He wouldn't enjoy consuming his late daughter but only because she was a wolf, not because she was (or had been) Junior.

"No one will ever know, except those who were there for us," Peregrine agreed in a whisper, then waited to see what else Fox might have in store for him.