Katja was not one to trust others, no. Not completely, with as little as possible, but she was not a fool. No one could do everything on their own and with Vaughan - who had been Raisa's second in command - seemingly shocked motionless with grief over the loss of his friend and the children, Katja was in dire need of someone she could trust enough to act in the best interests of the pack, to care for it and the Xanilovs as she did.
As this puzzle had occupied part of her mind for a few days now, she already knew what she planned. It was simply a matter of executing that plan, and now was the best time. Lifting muzzle to sky, a cry rang out summoning one wolf of all the wolves sworn to Ebony. Baldur son of Hroovitnir, the white and black male who had saved young Sigmarr from a bear before they'd even met.
