Kira's POV
I looked up and saw Chris Vance standing at the memorial hall entrance, his expression absolutely serious, his wolf radiating authority that made even Wendy's aggressive posture falter.
Wendy looked genuinely embarrassed now, her scent carrying defensive shame.
Among all the Vance Pack members, she feared Chris most—he held significant authority as one of Elder Quinten's grandsons and wouldn't tolerate disrespect toward pack traditions.
"Wendy, apologize properly to the ancestors of the Vance Pack," Chris commanded, his Alpha bloodline making his voice carry weight. "If it weren't for their sacrifices, you wouldn't be living the comfortable life you have now!"
Wendy bit her lip, her unwillingness palpable even from several meters away. In her worldview, she'd paid a signifi
