(Alpha Mack's POV)
Rayla followed me into my office with her arms crossed and her chin tilted stubbornly upward — the same way she always walked into trouble she’d created. I shut the door behind us. Timber settled in the back of my mind, alert and far too entertained. She stepped into the wolf pit on her own, he murmured. Now show her the teeth. “Be quiet,” I thought back. I’m silent, Timber said. But amused. I moved behind my desk and faced my daughter. Rayla didn’t flinch. She never did. “You spoke out against the warriors,” I said. “I spoke against stupidity,” she corrected flatly.
The corner of my mouth twitched — but I didn’t let her see it. “You embarrassed three senior warriors.” “They embarrassed themselves,” she said. “I just gave them the courtesy of hearing it out loud.” Ti
