Chapter 18
“I’m proud of you, son.”
Stormwinder’s office door hung open, but he spoke with back turned so he could continue peering out the window at the shifters below. Taking his words as invitation, I padded over to join him.
In stark contrast to the way the pack had kept their distance when I was present, Blue-eyes and Junior Junior were now at the center of a swirling eddy of concerned relatives. But Stormwinder didn’t mention recent events. Instead, he turned at last and rested a fatherly hand on my shoulder as he elaborated.
“You brought peace to the Price and Gray clans without spilling a drop of blood. I’m impressed.”
“You don’t think I went too far?”
Stormwinder brushed off my concern without a word, leading me over to a pair of leather armchairs flanked by a wall of preten
