Chapter 253

• He may be consumed with negative feelings against many wolves here, but in the face of a femme, he respected, protected, and knew as his mother’s best friend. Everything shifts around us.
• “You!…..” Sierra points right up at his nose, a tone much like our mom’s when she was mad at us. A look of fierce and a tone that is one hundred percent momma wolf in battle mode. “Your mom would be so mad at you right now. You know that, huh? Don’t even get me started, young man. You’re going to come with me and find that son of a bitch, and then you’re going to put that damn tail between your legs and take time to reflect on yourself and everything muddled in that thick skull. You need to sit in the solitude chair to get things in order!” Sierra taps him on the temple with a little aggression that startles him, and my mouth drops open at this unexpected interaction. The solitude chair was our kindergarten time out for when we misbehaved. Varro smirks and turns away as though making it clear he has no issue with his pet wolf being scolded in this manner, and I swallow a snort of laughter at Sierra, reverting to the woman who used to visit us and read stories to wayward pups.
• “Luna…I …” Jasper completely caves, almost like that little wolf who hated being told off. Submission flows from him at an alarming speed, and he hunches his shoulders further as his nose almost touches his chest. That ingrained part of a wolf when faced with the hierarchy he grew up following. I never thought Sierra could have this kind of effect on him.