Chapter 114

Danyal's words carry through the crowd, settling heavy on the chests of my old pack, yet no one deigns to speak out. This is why I couldn't live here, these people are cowards; selfish, cruel, cowards. I take Danyal's hand and pull him to car, he shouldn't see this as a failure but I know he does. Anfisia spits on the ground, her lip curling up in disgust at the people in front of her as she storms to her SUV, the door shutting hard behind her. When we get in, Danyal turns on the ignition, shifts into gear, and presses down on the accelerometer, the tires spin on the gravel but we are soon on our way. The snow covered tress whip past us as we drive out of the pack on the narrow road in the woods. Danyal's jaw ticks and the minutes pass by in a brutal silence. "It's not your fault, the White Hills is a stubborn, bureaucratic pack. They only care about themselves."  Something between a scoff and a laugh escapes Danyal's mouth. "No, their leaders are