Wheeling Gull Isle Oh my friends, my friends forgive me….

This situation was beginning to crumble more, John’s ears were as flat as any wolf’s ears could be. His heart felt heavy. 

However, in this growing darkness, There was a slight look of perhaps belief, or even trust, in the young Malakai’s eyes. And when Heda spoke, she did so calmly, but in disbelief. She instructed him to stay near the lions den, so as soon as Heda beckoned for her son to follow her, away from John , he strode off toward the Lion’s den on a brisk trot.

“God above, help me. Help guide me through these rough waters.” He prayed silently.