(Ronald's POV)
I stared at Cassius, my jaw tightening.
"I gave you one job. Bring back supplies."
He lowered his head. "You did, Master."
"Then why did you return empty-handed?"
"Springfield's warriors intervened..."
I stepped closer until only a few inches separated us. "Who told you to attack Springfield?"
Cassius hesitated. "You said to attack the closest pack."
"And it never crossed your mind that Springfield has repelled us every single time?" I asked quietly. "There are other packs. Why choose the one that's already expecting us?"
"The warriors were already weak. We couldn't risk travelling farther."
I let out a humorless laugh.
"And you thought attacking Springfield was intelligent?"
Cassius remained silent.
"They've beaten us every time we've crossed their border. Yet
