Logan's POV
It's been said that the Lykandor pack has the best land in the East.
When the Great War ended and the territories were carved like meat from bone, we got lucky. That's what they say. That we were favored. That the Elders who survived knew exactly which ground to fight for and which to surrender.
I don't know if any of that is true.
And I don't give a rat's ass if our land is "the best." It's like this land matters to all the wrong people. All that I know is it's ours. The home of my people.
And our home reflects who we are and our customs.
The moon rises in the east, so we worship and commune in the east.
The north is fixed, always pointing us forward, so we hunt in the north.
And the west—the west is where night sleeps.
So we send our dead to the west.
To the water.
To the pyre.
To the flame.
To the goddess.
It's that westward shore that meets me now.
