He had missed their conversations. The blue-eyed dove was the only wolf that kept the awkward yearling grounded – everything made sense when she was around. After they stumbled into each other’s lives many months ago Lachesis could not imagine where he would be if they had not met. She had taught him the laws of ‘feral’ wolf packs and how ferals were to interact with each other. Although she could have left at any time, Anastasia remained at his side, constantly aiding him and often speaking on his behalf when he was incapable of doing so. Their friendship was remarkable, one that the yearling treasured, and had blossomed quickly after their first encounter.

Allowing his shoulder to rest against hers the boy digested the words that spilled off her tongue, brows narrowing softly at her bold statement. Any other wolf would have been surprised by the dove’s words, but not Lachesis – he had been wondering when she was going to approach him about the Astra situation. XIX was still puzzled by the events of the pack claiming – where had this Astra come from and why had she been given the title of Alpha alongside Maksim? It didn’t make sense.

“Good,” he responded almost immediately as he glanced at the slender female out of the corner of his eye, a crooked smile working itself onto his dark lips. “I don’t trust her; I don’t know who she is or where she came from. I just know she does not belong at the top of the pack – you do.” Anastasia had the experience and the ‘likable’ factor, what did Astra have to offer? “When?”