Reyland’s lips pursed as a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Dax immediately crossed the room, from the wide window he had been standing in front of, to his son’s side, kneeling beside him.
“I’m not angry. I’m not. I understand how you feel, but Corien is willing to help us keep the pack alive.” He placated his firstborn, gently placing a hand against Reyland’s cheek, moving his face to his.
“Alive and strong. You shouldn’t feel bad about that.” He concluded firmly.
Reyland’s eyes searched his father’s face.
Reyland understood the ways of the wolf. He might be a failure at actually living like one, but he understood the life.
He bit his inner lip as his father’s warm palm rested against his face.
He sighed, shifting his eyes downward.
His long lashes hiding his eyes.
His f
