LERRIN
He was staring at a memory, crystal clear in his mate's mind. She peered through a small crack at the base of a tent, a spot where the canvas had caught on something and a sliver of light cut through.
And inside the tent were six wolves.
Five of them were faces Lerrin knew, though he could only remember names for two of them. But the sixth… the sixth was Asta.
And the reason Lerrin's hackles rose and his beast snarled for release, was because the six discussed mutiny.
"We need to know where he truly points! Yes, his rage for the cat is real. But do his goals align with ours?" one of the males growled.
