"She doesn't need the pack. She doesn't need me.I shot to my feet. "That's not true, I said hotly.He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. "I misspoke, he said in a steady voice. "She doesn't need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesn't need me to do that. She doesn't need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn't need me to do anything except love her. Which I do."