Christopher’s laughter rolled through the trees after his comment about us fighting two wars, and the sound of it made my skin crawl because he was not wrong and every wolf standing at that border knew it.
The forest had gone still again after Warren’s little outburst, but it was not the quiet of control and it was the quiet that came right before something cracked wide open.
Ezra stood at the front of our line with his shoulders set and his eyes fixed on Warren, and Declan was half a step closer to the disloyal i***t than before like he was weighing whether dragging him to the ground would help or make everything worse.
Warren looked smug. That was the part I hated most. He looked like he had done something brave instead of reckless and stupid, and the older warriors standing a little
