My Mate Chose the Pack Over Our Son
by Rhea Wolfe
The council voted on whether my son would live. I felt my mate's hand go up through our bond, a heartbeat before the count.
The council called my son a half-blood and voted on whether he would see the winter. I felt my mate's hand go up before I heard the count — that is what the bond is for, to tell you the truth a heartbeat before your ears agree to it. Kellan Roarke has been Alpha of the Ashfall pack for nine years, and every one of those years he told me the law was a fence, not a cage. Then the law came for a four-year-old who runs a little slow and shifts a little late, and my mate held the fence closed. I carried Teo out of the hall myself. Nobody stopped me, because nobody had to: past the boundary stones a lone wolf lives about a week. They were wrong about that, the way they were wrong about what I am. What they should have counted was how much of the pack's law I helped write — and which parts of it I left in on purpose.
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