Sometimes we break, sometimes we build

Doing as he was told, Strai held the post steady. He almost hated to admit it, but something about Vidarr reminded him of his father. Not his mother, who didn’t have an ounce of patience in her body. But while she had been the domineering presence in his life, he did have memories of quieter moments, of working with his father. Perhaps that was why his commands stung a little less than most.

That didn’t mean he liked the black wolf. This man had stolen his freedom away, had taken his knife, and set him as a slave in the pack. So why did he want to please Vidarr with his work ethic? Maybe Strai was just as stupid as Delphi.

Vidarr confirmed his relationship to Delphi, and he was prepared for the next question. “She’s offered to speak for me at the Thing. If she tries to, will there be any consequences for her?” he needed to know. Before that idiot could go and get herself into trouble. He didn’t know enough about how this pack worked.

"Speech"