Kira's POV
Elder Quinten's expression hardened as he turned toward Vincent and Wendy, his wolf radiating Authority that made every pack member in the memorial hall instinctively submit.
"You two!" he barked, his voice echoing off the ancient stone walls. "Apologize to Kira immediately!"
Vincent and Wendy both flinched as if they'd been physically struck, their wolves going rigid with shock.
"Grandfather, what... why are you demanding we apologize without explanation?" Vincent stammered, his scent carrying nervous confusion.
"Don't you believe you should apologize for your actions today?" Elder Quinten retorted, his Alpha authority making the question sound like a command.
"Great-grandfather, how was I supposed to know Kira was genuinely from the fifth branch bloodline?" Wendy protest
