Urdon Pov
I watched Landon from the steps. He was sitting on a stump near the garden. His back was straight. His eyes were scanning the yard. Taking everything in.
"Freda," I said.
She came and stood beside me. "Yes."
"What do you think of him?"
"He seems tired."
"More than tired."
"He seems honest."
"Honest does not mean safe."
She looked at me. Her face was calm. "No. It does not."
Landon stood up and walked toward us. His step was steady. His hands were open at his sides.
"Alpha," he said. "Thank you again for letting me stay."
"You are welcome."
"I want to help. I can work. I can fight."
"We already have people for that."
"I can build too. Fences. Roofs. Anything."
I looked at him. His clothes were torn. His face was thin. But his arms were strong.
"The eastern fence needs work," I said.
"I can fix it."
"By yourself?"
"Show me the materials and I will get started."
