Ruby’s POV
Roger’s face tightens like he already knows he won’t like what I’m about to say.
I glance toward the dark line of the training ring, then back at him. “If they’re going to tear the pack apart anyway, stop letting them do it through everyone else.”
He frowns. “Ruby.”
“A formal duel.”
The words land hard. Cindy goes still beside him. Roger just stares.
Roger gives a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s your answer?”
“My answer is that they’re already fighting,” I say. “They’re just doing it through everyone else first.”
He opens his mouth, but I keep going.
“Late drills. Public corrections. Food delays. Patrol shifts. Pressure. Punishment. Wolves being forced to choose before they even understand what they’re choosing. That’s still a fight, Roger. It’s just a coward’s versi
