The evening was a tapestry of changing shadows and serene wilfulness. In the centre of our damaged camp, where every scar told a tale of loss and every cry was a plea for revenge, Luca stood by herself for a long time considering the weight of every promise violated.
Tonight, in the flickering torchlight and the far-off sounds of wounded cries, I would pledge something that would permeate every strand of my life. This was a commitment to guard our inheritance, to stand tight against the ceaseless floods of evil and treachery threatening our pack, not just of love or allegiance.
