Chapter 15
Aunt May leaned across the body, frowning down at the male who had tried to steal my boot only a few hours ago. “He wasn’t my brightest grandson.” Her words were cold, but her scent was filled with pain.
“It’s my fault.” Carly’s tears overflowed into her voice. “I should never have led us into unfamiliar territory....”
“Hush. It’s not your fault.” This was Witch-Hazel. “It’s nobody’s fault but Easton’s.”
No living wolf’s fault, but all of our problem. After all, we had a corpse of a pack mate lying beside an elk that—now that the heady pack joy was fading—I realized shouldn’t have been dead in the first place.
Because who would we say sniffed out the prey animal? Who would we say killed it? Not Carly. Not while she was being groomed as a pack princess.
And did the rules th
