Trick
“So the only omega you could find was a feral one?” Eugene asked as we sat on the steps in front of the sad building this pack called an infirmary. Celia had stabilized all the wounded, and I’d called enough wolves to carry them back. I’d carried Kali myself, and she hadn’t done anything except glare at me.
“And not just a feral wolf, but one that even you can’t control,” Eugene continued, chuckling until he coughed. “I figured you’d be a surprising one. If Celia weren’t hurt, I’d be thankful you made me laugh again.”
Aside from Gentz, Eugene was the oldest wolf in the pack. There was an Elder Council that had no power but was also out of my control. Eugene was not part of it. When Dreyes died, Eugene told me he just wanted to try and live his life in peace. Now, he looked at me l
