LERRIN
He hadn't seen Reth since they left the clearing, Lerrin's people in tow… no, not his people. Reth's people, that he loved and watched over. Lerrin had spent countless hours since just staring at the wall wondering what would become of him. At times death seemed like it would have been a relief and he wondered if this was the Creator's last punishment—to bring him through his own sin healthy and strong so that he was forced to face it.
Then, last night, faint scents and sounds of the feast reached him even through the thick walls of the Tree. At first they were successful in buffeting him, reminding him of what he'd lost, what he yearned for.
But then he remembered… he had never really yearned to be Alpha. Not in the way of the WildWood.
For a time he lost himself in thinking about what he would do if he could. If there were no limits. No responsibilities. No expectations.
