Northstar Vale Agóri

Fine.

The word was seething as it left his lips. Antigone could hardly look at his father. He felt betrayed and mistrusted. This was not how he should have felt in the face of his parent. For a glimmering moment, he wondered if he should have told his mom. She was soft-spoken and gentle, but her love for her children was immeasurable. Would she have responded in the same aggravating diplomacy?

But if he hurts me again or hurts Zosime or Zulema, the red-hooded wolf growled.

Then that’s your fault.

Antigone snorted at his father’s paws and turned to seek out Meadow’s den. He knew it was the only place where he might know peace.