Not for the first time, he wished he had a better handle on politics. There were too many threads for him to follow. Give him a good old-fashioned murder any time over the lies and back stabbing and false courtesies of political ranks. “I resent that, wolf,” Sherona said into his mind. “I’m very political. Cats have to be as they are slyer than most wolves would dream of being. Doesn’t make me awful, and quit broadcasting so loud. You never know who might be listening.” Nolan cringed at the deserved rebuke as the elevator made its way to the basement. “Sorry. I just want to protect the pack. Someone at the pack meeting was thinking about Justin. I’d initially dismissed the possibility of it being outside the pack. After what just happened, I’m not so sure. My father is way better at this political stuff.” “Then there must be a reason he stepped down and let you be in charge. Looking into the why of things will be more productive than complaining that you’re not good enough.”
