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Margot speaks up then, her voice trembling with perfectly practiced fake tears. She dabs at her eyes like she's performing in some tragic play. "She called us terrible names. Threatened violence—"
"I said if you made Freda cry again, there would be consequences," I interrupt, my voice sharp as broken glass. "That's not a threat. That's a promise."
Elder Marcus leans forward, his weathered face twisted with disapproval. His jowls quiver as he speaks, every word dripping with self-righteous authority. "You cannot speak to pack members this way. There must be discipline—"
"Discipline?" My laugh cuts through the chamber like a whip crack. "For defending someone being bullied by entitled brats?"
Are all pack elders the same everywhere?
Several elders flinch at my tone. Good. Let the
