CAINE
Even without being manifested, I can feel my wolf staring holes into my head.
You're an idiot, Fenris observes for the twentieth time today.
Ignoring him, I nudge a plate closer to the empty seat across from me. The table is covered in a feast; plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, biscuits, scones…
This pack runs well enough, and it's objectively a loss to have murdered its Alpha last night. While Jack-Eye hasn't spoken to me about my sudden decision, I know it's going to be a headache when we get back to our territory. Once news reaches the other packs, protests will come to the throne. Other packs will even send envoys.
There's no way to sugarcoat an act of war, even for the Lycan King. If I want to keep the peace I've forced onto our people, I can't go around killing Alphas—but his treatment of her…
Was it much better than yours? Fenris asks, with a bit of a snarl in his mental voice. He's still angry with me for acting as if I was going to choke the girl.
