Intentions

“So? When are you going to tell me if you intend to kill my father? Or do you plan on doing something else with him? I mean, you claim that he’s stolen your pack. Aren’t there two sets of rules for this?” Rose sat on the deck of the packhouse now and watch the man who was now her mate. Gods, what a mess this was.

“There are two ways to deal with this. As it stands, I can’t take this to the Ruling Council. The evidence we have doesn’t point to your father directly enough. He could walk away from it by saying he was stewarding the pack and guarding the town for me until my return. Then he’d never be punished for the deaths that have occurred. Jules’ father probably would be thrown under the bus in that case to take the blame for killing them. Your father has the excuse that he knew nothing about it, and I was just a pup. Too young to understand what a tragic accident it was for my father’s death. Your mother? Well, he’s already said he doesn’t know what happened to the