Swiftcurrent Creek preacher's daughter

Wren spoke of Mae as if the girl wasn’t right in front of them, and Akavir cast his youthful daughter a glance, wondering how she felt on that. Wren wasn’t wrong—the irony of it being that now, the girl had no true she-wolf to look up to in terms of guidance, despite the simple fact they were a pack of primarily women.

He chose not to respond on that comment—perhaps wisely. Mae was a terror with her teeth, after all.

He didn’t realize the struggle she felt in that moment—focused primarily on his own, so at the prospect of her leaving their borders, the Alpha bit back the threat of a growl—knowing full well the indication of what she meant. He might have internalized that thought—but his eyes were intense upon her, studying her—searching.

It was just as well that Mae was here—a reminder of what happened when one divulged into such thoughts.

“Okay, then.” And because that felt cold--he added: "Be safe, yeah?"