Two Eyes Cenote ninety-sixth

D E A D

So they would share a meal together—and after, Senmut would reveal to him the place he prayed, and there, they would drink.

Akavir accepted this in silence. His camaraderie with those of his pack mates was something that came with ease to the man—with the priest before him, it was not so. Perhaps, because both remained entirely guarded.

Or, more so, both came from truly differing worlds and opinions.

What he did not expect, though, was the news of Germanicus’s death—or rather, the hand within it. “Wife?” He uttered the question before he could consider it—his mind wracking to the past, of all the intel he had managed to gather on the man he had never trusted.

“What wife was this?” He could not naysay this just yet—not without the facts.

And what in the world had happened to Crowfeather?