Episode 73

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MIKAEL'S POV

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Makwa must wipe out the nasty lots of the packs. The elders. Vile, wicked vipers they are, pretending, hiding in the shells of tortoises as if harmless. Fortunately, their time has come to be discarded. They've lived long enough, had an eternity to hold on to the rigid customs that eat up the cloth of unity in the packs. More importantly, I have no use for idiots who will only take a stab at each turn of my back.

There's much that lies ahead. I have little desire to hamper my progress by keeping track of their moves, sharing my focus between the vital future and a less consequential pastime or bothering about ploys being plotted under my nose in my jurisdictions. Not if I have a say of it.

I harrumph as the pen glides smoothly over the foolscap paper: a note of the destruction that will be visited on the packs. Makwa will hear of his new mission when he's back from his rounds with Margaret about the new Northwestern territories. Tomorrow, if all goes well, he'l