Chapter 467 – Comfort In The Yurt

• “This has nothing to do with whether or not we’re grateful for what Jackson did for this family and this nation,” my father says, staring at me, cold.
• “With all the resources this family has,” I snarl, “with everything that we have imagined for our people – vastly different futures, equality between wolves and humans, and end to the kind of Atalaxian government that reduces women to chattel. But, somehow, we can’t imagine a single way to let a young man continue his education just because he has a child!?”
• “Ariel,” Jackson sighs, reaching for my hand. “You’re going too far –“