"Honestly, I would have loved to cut the tongues off those two if not for their diligent fathers," Raye ranted, her arm looped through mine as we made our way to the infirmary.
The men weren't far behind us, their voices low as they discussed pack affairs.
Breakfast had ended on a sour note, but at least it was over. Relief trickled through me at the memory of Rion dismissing Jesmine and Mira without hesitation. Raye had told me that their fathers were respected councilors—men whose loyalty and wisdom Rion actually valued. The daughters, though? They were tolerated. Barely. And from the way Rion's shadows had stirred at the table earlier, I could tell his patience for them was already running thin.
I squeezed Raye's arm lightly, offering her a small smile. "I wasn't that offended, really. Don't worry. Their questions might have been rude, but I understand their side. They don't know Alpha's true intentions, after all."
That was the truth of it.
