Swiftcurrent Creek we want war · pack meeting

Star – despite his quiet defense of her from her pack mates – went against the very thing he had just said, and Scimitar stiffened as the she-wolf instead, haughtily turned and left the pack lands rather then see to the healer. He spoke nothing, his lip twitching as he held back a snarl – already so very close to the breaking point after sacrificing two of his pack mates to find her – they were thanked by that.

Once the others were gone, he listened to Bazi, who wildly continued the topic. He silenced himself, his eyes shifting back to the snowy female. “If she continues to act like she just did, she won’t be our problem any longer,” he rumbled darkly, clearly announcing that the petite female was on her last legs of the pack – she would have no home if she continued to be an arrogant ass.

“But for now, I want to be here.. with you. All I could think about on the way home was how much I needed to see you.” Fatigue pulled at him, and blinking, the cinnamon regal cast a glance to Bazi. “Lead beside me, Bazi,” he implored quietly.