Tristan

I looked at Westley, trying my best to keep my cool but was failing epically. I looked around the room at my beloved pack. I could count on Feren, Gawain and perhaps a few more of my packmates to support me and fight at my side despite my decisions. But a wolf’s heart, even a pup such as Westley, was fickle and often quick to turn rogue.

“Does anyone else feel this way?” I asked. No one answered outright and I was tired of playing games. “Who else feels that ...