When I returned to my father’s territory, I did not take any of the comfortable positions he arranged for me.Instead, I volunteered to handle a cross-territory dispute. It was the most contentious border trade dispute in the region. Two packs had nearly come to blows over the allocation of resources.Previously, I used to be terrified of people accusing me of abusing my father’s influence to throw my weight around in the Nightmoon Pack.That fear had made me hesitant, even timid. Now, I was determined to take on the toughest challenge I could find and, piece by piece, reclaim my dignity that I had once broken with my own hands.At the first multi-pack border conference that week, tensions were running high. Representatives from several packs slammed their fists on the table, knocked over teacups, and shouted over one another.Seated at the head of the table, I had a fleeting, instinctive thought. Silas’ mother did not like women who were too assertive in situations like this.
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