SERA

I watched him through windows.

Through the kitchen window while he chopped firewood for the elderly wolves in the western quarter, splitting logs from dawn to mid-morning with an axe that was deliberately too dull and a woodpile that was deliberately too large. Through the training hall window while the pack's youngest warriors taunted him during their drills, testing his patience with provocations that would have earned them a death sentence in his own territory and that he absorbed with ...