She wanted to run after him, but she had a pack to deal with. At some time since Dan had issued the challenge, most of the adults in town had assembled in the park to witness the fight. Now, many in the crowd hugged each other and cheered, while a small, bitter minority muttered in anger. “Silence,” she roared. “Why are you cheering?” She pointed at Dan. “One of our pack members lies dead in the grass and you cheer?” That portion of the crowd went silent, allowing the other segment’s rumbling to grow in volume. “And the rest of you. Shut up.” She pushed everyone away from Dan’s torn body. Standing over her cousin protectively, Yohana fought the rise of rage, but it wouldn’t be still. “I’m ashamed of all of you. All of you,” she shouted. “Us? What about you?” Yohana spun and found the questioner. “My father was the Whitewolf Alpha and I was to follow him. There was no viable alternative. No one else wanted the job but Dan, but my father knew Dan didn’t have the temperament for the job.”
