Reyland was the reason the pack had an heir who was not weak and useless.
He was also the reason the war of four years ago had not led the Lightmoon pack into disarray.
It was Reyland who had thought up the annual pack ceremony to remember the fallen from the war, Reyland who, years before that, as a child, had convinced his father to put Dorien forward as his heir, instead of him.
And that same Reyland was whispering into Dax’s ear, giving his gentle advice for Dax to consider – display a wounded son on a stage, or help the son to the back door while he, the Alpha, regained control of an event that had many allied and some not so allied guests, in attendance.
Yes, Reyland knew his father well.
“Fine. Go straight home. Jackson will –” Dax replied after a moment’s silence, but Reyland
