They say the Discipline Keeper is nothing but the Alpha's loyal hound.
Once next moon-cycle arrives and I become Alpha, I'll be curious to see whose command that hound answers to then.
After the Tracker Den was dissolved, Aurora refused to offer any compensation. Instead, she withheld the ration allotments owed to every single one of us.
A wave of guilt washed over me. I was about to send a message to the Tracker Den's private pack-link when I noticed my pack members flooding the channel with words of comfort.
"Den Mother, let them disband us! We'll follow you anywhere!"
"Our leader's tracking skills are unmatched in three territories—why should we slave away for that Aurora Frostveil?"
"Why even seek another pack? I say our Den Mother should establish her own territory!"
Warmth spread through my chest, and I addressed them all: "This territory doesn't belong solely to Aurora. Half of it is mine by right. She claims to banish all of you, but I refuse to accept it. Consider yourselves on paid leave from pack duties—next moon's rations will still be distributed!"
The pack-link erupted with excitement at my words.