Leah
"Why would you say they are already ranked?"
Darien's voice was ice, sharp and cutting, each word measured and controlled. He stood in the doorway of the Tundra Arena, his silver eyes fixed on me with an intensity that would have made most people back down. His arms were crossed, his posture rigid, every inch of him radiating authority.
I held my chin up, refusing to let him intimidate me. "Because it's obvious," I said, matching his tone with steel of my own. "I know how ranked wolves behave. I've watched hierarchies my entire life. These three?" I gestured back toward Ronan, Kael, and Turk, who stood frozen in the center of the arena, watching our confrontation with wide eyes. "They move like officers. They carry themselves with the confidence of wolves who already know their pla
