(Rodan)
I hated this.
I hated the cold ground. I hated the shelters that barely kept the weather out. Most of all, I hated waking up every morning and remembering that Ashcrest was no longer mine.
The others weren't much better.
Maren spent half her time angry and the other half pretending she wasn't. Derek looked ready to start a fight with anything that moved. The rest of them kept looking at me like I was supposed to have answers.
I didn't.
Not anymore.
That thought alone was enough to make my temper worse. For most of my life, wolves came to me when they needed decisions made. Now nobody came to me for anything except complaints.
I stared into the flames.
Somewhere beyond these woods, Ashcrest was still standing. Wolves were still waking up inside territory borders that should
