ne's
still lingering in my senses. The lights were on. My parents, Robert and Hel
ing my cold hands. "The pack link feels chaotic." That mental link-a spiritual
nally began to fade. I told them everything:
rack finally appeared in his usually stoic expressio
happened so fast; they
my surprise, Father quic
y own addendum. Father remained silent for a long time after I finished, his finge
e of the mutual defe
were 'interception zone'-not an offensive deployment, but a defensive buffer. He won't fight
ing. He looked up at me. "Do
art of Silvercreek City's sphere of influence,'" I said. "The price is that all the I
reed to
with loopholes from the start." I leaned back into the sofa. "Let him investigate. We won't have to plug the holes he uncovers. A
soft: "When you were discussing
h the Ironclaw Pack is only a mid-sized clan, we geographically control the three main trade routes connecting Silvercreek Ci
at me as if I
ou figure a
destroy the Ironclaws," I said. "You gave me the d
ment we'd reached by the lake, turning it into a formal me
ff the screen an
be going over this draft point-by-point with the Wolf King, and I
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