Yet another sleepless night for Molaki left him groggy and pensive the next morning, though this time, Asta had slept well. She wasn't as unnerved by Prim possibly keeping such a big part of her life from her family.
The way he normally would have dealt with something like this was to rip out of the house in his wolf, burst through her own home's door and confront her like the quarrelsome rivals they could be, but as Asta kept reminding him, people were allowed to have a private life.
He guessed.
It wasn't the way Lyko and wolf packs lived, though. The pack knew almost everything about each other, let alone closer family units. It was the only way they had built up a village that at this point was much more of a city. And yet... so much that he had learned in the last forty eight hours was secrets that were being kept locked up from the mind and memories of the greater population.
