it's that same old song

He was expecting the lull and thoughtfulness behind their conversation. After all, they weren't just looking at Paar's safety, but the well being of the Creek. One wrong move and their world could easily be forced into some sort of bloody skirmish with that Roman. But if war turned out to be a necessary part of survival, then...

Dovev lifted his eyes, narrowed in pursuit of his chasing mind. He admitted he was a fan of strife and fire, for in this case, there was no room for sympathy for Shadow. The golden female had left for a reason, and the silver male had forfeited the right of being a part of his future offspring's life if the mother deemed her former home unsuitable.

The pack can take Shadow's place as providers, the arctic male pointed out in response to Galileo. And he liked the idea of showing Shadow how a pack could truly function like the cohesive unit it was supposed to be.