No White Hoods Here

LERRIN

"You weren't at the encampment," he said. "Not a part of the rebellion. Yet you called me Sire?"

"You are of the royal line—whether I despise you or not," she said simply, shrugging. "I respect the hierarchy."

He snorted and looked pointedly at the males spread out behind her. "Interesting definition of respect." Then he met her gaze. "If you plan to kill me, do not expect me to go quietly," he growled.

Her smile got sharp. "Death? Perhaps. We will see what the Creator has planned. I know only that we are for vengeance. We will see what form it takes."

"Vengeance for the rebellion?" he asked carefully, loosening his muscles and breathing deeply to prepare his body for the battle.

"Vengeance for your betrayal of the wolves," she spat. "Generations on generations have held the secret of the mind link and protected our tribe from interference. Your arrogance in revealing is… unprecedented."