Jared
This was going to overshadow the Luna Ceremony. Something Lance thought he would do; ruin it, because Lance was now the most likely to inherit the pack when it should be Jared’s birthright.
He knew his father didn’t know about the flash flood. No one would have told him because none were injured; it wasn’t an emergency worthy of interrupting the Luna Ceremony.
He had to go and tell his father what he suspected. He tracked his father down. He was standing outside the front of the packhouse, and he knew he was trying to scent for Wynta himself.
“Father,” he sighed. “There was a flash flood down the side of the pack, the guard said it rolled down the pack road. It was petering out as I drove into the pack a second time…” He broached the subject and his father turned and looked at h
