Swiftcurrent Creek That the past is real

Arric spoke his mind—not that the man ever held back, for which Akavir appreciated. And, as always, he would draw the focus from himself when questioned—playing as if none of his own feelings or merit mattered.

It was almost cute how the large guy with an equally large heart, loyalty and wisdom tried to spout off how he was the kind to only get some physical satisfaction and then bounce —

— he might have laughed had he not recalled how messed up Arric’s situation with the siren wolf had been earlier in the spring. Clearly, she’d done a number on him. "If you say so," he murmured, allowing the topic to drop entirely.


There had been something to discuss lately: "I've been meaning to ask... Wren mentioned to me she's interested in leadership. I always assumed Moss would be Beta, with you, but..."

Life, it seemed, hadn't agreed with that plan.