The sabbatical, though refreshing, had changed nothing. Veho stood at the borders of Grizzly Hollow with a heavy mind – though they were well marked in his absence, they reeked of pregnancy. They had too. There were more pregnant wolves than there weren’t while he was away. The very thought was enough to summon up a grim smile, and the man wondered not for the first time why he even bothered returning to a place that clearly cared so little for him. A mate that thought so little of his opinion or emotions. A pack that cared so little for respect or law. His own children dispersing now – he often though it was a matter of time before Ophelia joined the other three and moved to see the world as Tomen, Joan, and Felix had. Would any of them ever come back?
Would it matter?
For the first time in a very long time, Veho was beginning to feel the tug of the leash Rook had fastened upon him after Borden’s death, even though their initial agreement had promised anything but. When had he allowed this? The love of his pack had been so strong, once – but everything had been given away, and nothing had been received to restore now hollow coffers. The alpha sighed, his tail dropping low as he stared into the pack territory with dull, grey eyes.
“Why am I here?”
Why won’t you answer me?