Swiftcurrent Creek I tried to help you once

Arric gave a cheeky reply—words Akavir could easily taunt or retaliate with—but sometimes it was important to let the truth be fully known: “Damn right.”

Without Arric, who would help him keep his head straight?

The two dark wolves continued forward—the banter easy, as it always was. As if it was just another day in the creek, despite Eshe having just stomped him flat and left to waste. But… wasn’t it just another day, then? She was gone—Akavir was harshly reminded why it was easier to keep those you were close to at a small number… and this would move forward as the new norm.

“I’m low-key scared Arlette would hand my ass to me if I said half the shit to your guys’ kids that you said to mine.”