“Butcher.” I turn and look back at him. He looks fucking old sitting there, like every year of being the Boar and the President adds fucking twenty to his soul. “What are your plans with the Wolf?” I swear, the second he says her codename all the calm melts off of me and is replaced with rage. “My plans are to keep her alive and out of Mounts Bay. If you value your life you’ll plan the same fucking thing. If I find out you’re giving her bad jobs or threatening her… I’ll be doing the skinning, Boar. You keep the fuck away from her.”
