Porcupine Ridge everything's a lie

The call came from a familiar voice.

Antigone turned his red head to the origins of it. Too close to Epoch, he told himself. It was too close to the shame he had felt under the burning stare of his mother and father. It was too close for him to risk going back and being dragged into the vale. The boy didn’t want to think of the punishment that faced him. He didn’t want to see the look of disappointment and anger that had twisted his sweet mother’s face into…

The young wolf did not listen to the reason in his mind. He ran to her voice because his heart told him that he must.

Slowing as he drew nearer to where Meadow was, Antigone sniffed at the air to test for other scents. If the monster Reyson was in the vicinity, he feared that there would be no resolution without fangs. The young wolf felt the lick of familiar anger in his belly. He seethed at the thought of that man being anywhere near her.

Meadow… his voice cracked. Antigone kept himself concealed by the brush. His navy eyes were trained on her features. The aching of his heart tried to urge him forward. If only he could touch her. If only he could tell her that he would do better by her.