It’s #bookqw and Daeryn can’t afford to ‘fail.’
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Daeryn’s innards froze. Miz Gere had no idea what she was asking. To again be in charge of a pack—a team—after what had happened at OverEdge—
“What?” Jac snapped.
He forced his ’cambire form not to respond to the agitation spreading from the wolf, and instead kept his focus on Miz Gere, who still held his gaze. Jac’s rumble died off when the owner failed to acknowledge her.
Back home in Rockbridge, a ’cambire never refused an Elder’s request. Miz Gere was a Farmlands shire Elder, in addition to his employer. Slowly, Daeryn nodded.
“We should add a morning communication,” Miz Gere said. “Daeryn, please leave patrol fifteen minutes early and meet Famil up at the changing house.”
He glanced back to the leader of the diurnal guards. The lanky woman gave a nod. Someone else moved. Rivley. Good. He’d like his friend’s take on how this was going to work with Jac. Daeryn’s gaze slid to the wolf. Her yellow eyes sparked fire.
Hell.
“Review the night’s events before the day team goes on duty,” Miz Gere said. “After, I’d like your report, with any change in plans you and Famil have discussed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“Very well.” Miz Gere paused, and when she spoke again, her tone softened. “Thank you all for your efforts tonight. I know you’ll resolve the problem.” She walked through them, splitting the three males from the fluffy-haired females, and stopped to ask the day guards to ride with her in the cart.
Within minutes, the tractor drove over the hill and quiet descended on the fields.
Jac swung around to Daeryn, her face squaring to lupine. “I don’t see why she picked you.”
Zar muttered, “I do,” at the same time Terrent said, “Dae’s a fine choice.”
Maraquin shifted her position closer to Jac, but she kept her gaze on the ground.Great Creator, this could turn ugly.
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