*Johnny*
I sit in King's library, slowly sipping my scotch while my friends and their mates also lounge about in the seating area. I feel as though something is missing. I don’t really want to give it a name but if forced, I would admit it's Miss Irontail’s presence.
Even when she had remained on the terrace after I had returned to this room, I enjoyed looking through the window at her silhouette and found comfort in it. She had been more relaxed out there, without her mother badgering her. I noticed the occasional discreet pinch and decided if I saw one more headed her way, I was going to intercept it. I don’t understand the older she-wolf's actions. Even my father, for all the pain he’d caused, had never physically harmed me.
“I believe we all owe you an apology, Joker,” King begins,
