Chapter Thirty-Five – Trail of Mistakes
Evandra didn’t waste a moment once the sentries were doubled and the borders secured. By afternoon, she had turned her attention to the steady hum of pack life that Tristan usually oversaw.
A dispute had broken out in the supply yard between two brothers, both arguing over who had claim to a wagon of venison. Evandra stood between them, calm but unyielding.
“You’ll divide it evenly,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Your families eat the same. And if I hear another fight over food, both wagons will be rerouted to the nursery instead. The pups come first.”
The brothers glanced at one another, then dropped their gazes, chastened. “Yes, Luna,” they muttered, stepping back.
She hadn’t demanded the title, but they gave it to her a
