Blackfeather Woods Black or White, no Gray

Potema read the frustration and anger on his face as plainly as a book. She felt her mouth curve downward into a slight frown, knowing that his patience did not have the longest fuse. He would have to rely on she and Cicero for some kind of moral compass, lest their mother's pack be burned with Damien's rage. He was still young, just enough to mate, and with little experience compared to Burke. A part of her wanted Burke to stay, at least until the famine was over, but his crime was unforgivable. I am with you, Damien. She stepped forward and nudged his shoulder with her head, roughly but affectionately. I always will be.