Lake Rodney In the hall of the mountain king

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In response to her jab, he made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snarl. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he barked at her. Her own posse had come to fight her battle in Haunted Wood, hadn't they? She was a hypocrite on top of everything else, which was no surprise. He leered at her. The truth of the matter was that they were both pack animals and it was their natural prerogative to employ said pack. In fact, if not for their packs, none of this would make any damn sense.

She turned, finally. He was sorely tempted to give chase or offer a retort to her bratty threats. But they were as empty as her head and Peregrine had better things to do, he reminded himself. He had a possibly pregnant mate who would need him in one piece, which meant he would have to pick his battles carefully. Let her swagger away, thinking she had the last laugh. It would make her overconfident and, in its way, a weaker enemy.

And he still didn't doubt that he could take her, that the wolves of the caldera could eradicate those in the woods. But with pups on the way, Peregrine's priorities had shifted along with his territorial range. He would definitely deal with the wolves in Haunted Wood if they persisted in bothering him in any way, yet chances were good that if they just fucked off to the farthest corner of the forest, Peregrine wouldn't bother with them anymore.