#Chapter 467 – Comfort in the Yurt

“This has nothing to do with whether or not we’re grateful for what Jackson did for this family and this nation,” my father says, staring at me, cold. “With all the resources this family has,” I snarl, “with everything that we have imagined for our people – vastly different futures, equality between wolves and humans, and end to the kind of Atalaxian government that reduces women to chattel. But, somehow, we can’t imagine a single way to let a young man continue his education just because he has a child!?” “Ariel,” Jackson sighs, reaching for my hand. “You’re going too far –“ “No, I’m not,” I snarl, whipping my hand out of his grasp. “And if you won’t stand up for what you deserve, Jackson, I will!” I turn my face back to my father and my uncle, a desperate frown on my lips. “You raised me to believe in better values that you’re enacting right now. And I’m ashamed of you.” I whip my head down to my mate, letting him know mind to mind that I can’t be in this room any longer, a