“Smith-” Strife stammered, “Trott challenged Brindley on his command- and Brindley’s taken that as a threat. We can’t stop Brindley, but if others don’t intervene Trott’s as good as dead.”
Smith’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and he shoved past Strife with fear climbing up his throat. “Fuck, he’s going to kill him…” he mumbled hoarsely. He didn’t bother to lock the door as he set off into a run, shedding his clothes and shifting into the wolf form he knew instinctively.
The bonds between Smith and Trott, and the bonds between themselves and their pack, are tested when the Alpha exiles Trott from their territory. Trott leaves Smith behind, but winter brings them more than just cold and loneliness.
CW: blood, violence, threats/insults/fighting, wounds/injuries, scars
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