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Xander's POV
Xander moved before his brain caught up. He crossed the room in two strides and slammed Tasha against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. But the threat was there in the pressure of his fingers and the fury in his eyes.
"You sold us out to the council?" The words came out as a snarl.
Tasha did not fight. She just smiled even as her face started turning red. "You brought this on yourself. You marked a mutt instead of a real wolf. You humiliated me in front of the entire pack and expected me to just accept it?"
"I should rip your throat out right now."
"But you will not." She choked out the words. "Because my father is your Beta. Kill me and you lose half your pack's loyalty overnight. You are already weak, Xander. The wards are down. K
