His Father's Last Word

r that never quite shut in wet weather. I had worked there for nine years. It smelled of carbolic s

e slate table un

age is a report. I had examined his hands and his feet and the wound in his chest, and I had written cause unclear, invest

notes to the Alpha's study, and I had a

sheet down

face had settled into something quieter than the face I remembered from the pack house. He had been a hard Alpha and a fa

near the ribs. Three piercings, each one about the width of a thumb, each one dark with dried bl

his chest, above the w

the gift. It is not a door that opens when you knock. It is a door that ope

I had heard before, low and furi

t do this t

my wrist, and it was cold. Not the cold of the grave, not yet. The cold of a person

ht, thin and far away, the way

. Not t

y knees aching from standing so long in one place. The office was col

d it out loud, to

o, in the only way a dead man can. And someone with cold

all careful hand. Not him. Not the boy. A hand on the wrist, cold.

voice I thought it was. I w

and Konrad came in w

nt to his father's face and stayed there, and his mouth went tight,

ing the notes to

night. It is no

f the table, and his hand found his jaw. "Greta says you ha

can put i

not an

my hand on your father's chest. I heard him. He said, n

ge much, but his shoulders came down an inch, and he put

," he said. "

old. And a woman's voice saying he would not do this

s if tasting the words. "In the rain.

who had been out in it a long while, who ca

is jaw worked, and then he said the

pack has hand

es who work the kilns. Wolves

ls

shed thought. I need more. I need to know what your father was doing in that c

arrying no weapon because he w

es

the table, with his fathe

ll the pack that the examination found no proof of murder, and that I

il's examiner ask

ou in front of the whole pack this morning. I was wrong to do it, and I will say so in front of the whole pack tonight. I

im. I was not rea

the door he stopped wi

stranger in the forest who has been asking the charcoal burners about the ni

wung shut

and a woman's voice, and then I thought about the fact that the only wolf in this pack who had asked me, in fron

t them in my pocket, and