Lowell
"A man died on our lands," Griff's voice is cold. He is detached and I can tell that he is just confused about how to handle this situation.
The sensible thing to do was to call a meeting and I agreed to it but now that I am in the midst of the members of this pack, I don't think it is such a good idea.
We have to be honest with them.
My wolf tells me.
I don't want to snap at him right now even though he is the cause of all this.
Can't you fucking fight without killing everyone?
I snap at him.
He grunts.
You didn't bring me out there to fight. You wanted that man dead.
I block him out because I am not interested in the blame game. We messed up and we must deal with the consequences.
They must already know about the man—they just don't know who it is. The seriousness is all because of the man's title.
