Porcupine Ridge children of the corn

Vuk spoke of Taggarik – not having truly wanted him, and yet her upset primarily focusing on the fact he had not wanted her in turn. It stroked the ire of the swarthy she-wolf, and for the first time since meeting the pale girl, she wondered the levels of vanity that truly seemed to prickle beneath her pelt.
 
Perhaps she had read Vuk wrong this entire time.
 
“Vuk,” she spoke, her voice clipping now, as the girl had chosen to ignore her other words. “You went against pack law and bred without permission.” She paused, her gaze riveted upon the she-wolf. “Do you understand that? Do you understand what you've done?”