He had given the raven a day to herself—a day to collect her thoughts and hopefully forgive Lachesis for not giving her a chance to speak. It had also been for him, as the alpha needed to compose himself and release some of the anger that had remained from the meeting with Inna and Lorcán after their return from the lowlands. The ghost had worried he was being too lax with his subordinates, allowing them to get away with saying and doing whatever they pleased. Neither Maksim or Kisla would have stood for such behaviour. While he did not want to rule with an iron paw, XIX also did not want his subordinates to think they could walk over him without consequences. It was important for him to establish that relationship with his packmates especially after the matriarch’s untimely death.
Before leaving for the Ethos he had popped by Inna’s den and asked her to join him when she was ready. He had chosen the meadow in hopes that the soothing lavender would help calm the situation and keep tempers from rising once more (mainly his). The ghost had settled in the middle of the tall hyssop stalks, his chartreuse gaze fixated on the trees that surrounded him. He hoped he was doing the Baranski’s justice and that they were not disappointed in him. As the biggest worry-wart in the Lore, XIX frequently doubted his abilities and did not think he was capable of leading a pack. He was quite good at pretending he knew what he was doing and fooling others into think he was.
He sighed, his shoulders sagging as he waited for the raven to join him. For a fleeting moment he wondered if she would show—her behaviour after receiving her punishment had worried him. She had been complacent, almost dismissive. He felt as though his anger was justified, but he also understood why Inna had reacted so hostile to their neighbours. Reyes was not a stupid wolf—he was good at getting a wolf where it hurt and had struck the right cord to get Inna to bark back in defiance. And he had admitted that to Lachesis, which was why he believed every word that had dripped off the scarred male’s tongue.
stick with those who stick with you