Gamble looked down at Mezza harshly, tilting his head, "You’re a wolf now. Any food on this territory is claimed. You can’t reclaim it.” He looked over at Tejon questioningly, then at Sheba. It was odd how far the two were from each other. They were mates, yet they seemed to be distant. Looking back down at the young Mezza with his golden-brown eyes, he growled lowly, “It’s still considered stealing. First you leave and betray the Sheba,” he caught himself, “and Tejon then you try to take what’s theirs? That’s not very loyal.” He turned to walk away, but something caught him from leaving.




























