Chapter Twenty-One

The next few days pass by fairly smoothly. Killian listens to what I have to say, he doesn’t argue with me or say anything mean. He asks me thoughtful questions about how to better run his pack, and seems to cling onto every word that comes from me.

On the fourth day, we’re sitting in the classroom like always, when Sebastain suddenly comes barging in.

“How are things going in here?” He asks, walking behind me and touching a strand of my hair possibly as he does. I narrow my eyes at him over my shoulder a little, but don’t say anything about his action.

“I think Killian has learned a lot.” I settled on. Killian’s eyes are watching Sebastain’s movements behind me, and it gets harder and harder to ignore the growing tension in the room. “Uhm… we were just discussing the best pay to teach young wolves…” I mutter, trying to break the silence a little. “Do you have any suggestions?” I ask Sebastain.

He hums, and rubs his chin a little. “It’s important for young wolves to have good