Phoenix Maplewood It's all part of a grander plan

Esaro's admission came fast, but the wolf didn't blame anyone but himself. That was good; the blunder had been his fault, after all, and Saena was hardly one to tolerate someone else's whining. Yet Esaro was lucky, for once, that the alpha female had even less tolerance for hypocrisy, regardless that she herself was very prone to it. Reek's agreement with Sleeping Dragon hadn't sat particularly well with her, if only because they were already being pretty tolerant allowing the pack to settle there in the first place, but knowing that they had changed the terms to killing her wolves boiled her blood more than Esaro's mistake did.

"They're lucky we didn't tell them to get lost," she pointed out, "and made an agreement with them instead. Let them try to kill one of our wolves. We'll remind them who owned the north first." Certainly not Sleeping Dragon. If anyone had rights to make threats, it was the maplewood pack, who had lived in the taiga for nearly a year now. Not in this one location, but nevertheless, it was interesting that a pack would settle across the river from hers and then proceed to act as though they owned the place.

"Don't go north of the river again," she advised, "but don't let a bunch of tightwads push you around, either. They don't have the right to."