Hated and His to Claim
Her eyes, bright and sharp, threw invisible daggers.
"If it weren’t for that ignorant, greedy Alpha, if my mother had reigned as Alpha, this wouldn’t be happening. The Mancini would have fallen like a bird without a wing; clipped, cut, crushed under the weight of the true Risemoon warriors," she said, each syllable a blade.
For a moment I felt something like apprehension, then I laughed.
"True Risemoon warriors?" I said, tasting the phrase. "All I’ve seen of them is scavenging other packs’ territories and copying Mancini farming methods."
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