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Sobo was disgusted. It simmered behind his two-toned eyes more violently with every charge Chacal leveled against Njord. Not only had he challenged her, but he suggested they leave a helpless woman out to die.

As bait.

He not be t'inkin' wit' his head, Sobo decided, who up until now held no love for his father but at least believed Njord to be a decent man. A man who respected women. A man who was grateful for the opportunities he had been given, when there were others even more deserving who desperately yearned for those opportunities but might never have them.

He not be t'inkin wit' his heart, he added, because if he was, then Njord would not be prepared to leave his wife a widow and his sons fatherless.

Maybe it be time to remove de t'ing he do be t'inkin wit', he said with a glimmer of teeth. It was only half serious. That would be punishing Meerkat as well, and no matter how Sobo felt about her or her poor taste in men, she did not deserve that. Still. To think Njord would take the gift of fatherhood and the gift of forgiveness both and throw them aside like it was meaningless, like it was a given. That rankled Sobo much more than he expected it would.

His eyes softened on Mireille. He did not care for Njord's sons nor would he speak up to prevent the man taking them, but he knew his sister had given chances where Sobo had not. The betrayal must cut deeply. De pack judges him, he agreed.