Blackfeather Woods This is my home too, Bitch (please get along with me...)

She gave a light eye roll when Malice returned with a determined remark. Did the girl even have any trades? No matter, it wasn't her responsibility to care for Malice. In fact, it was rather tiring. "Oh? You think you know better about my Alpha, my mentor, the man who I helped raise his children? Exactly how long have you known him? How much do you really know about his past and his present?" She inquired with fake amusement. The truth was, Malice hardly knew him at all. They may have shared a regretful moment when Burke was at his weakest, but it hardly meant they knew anything aboout eachother. Nemesis had been there when his true love died, when his son was murdered, and everything in between. It was almost daring for Malice to contradict that, if she even dare to do so. 

"I am his Beta, and who are you?"

Malice was too headstrong if she believed she could go against a pack filled with Assassins. It was undoubtably stupid, and wrathful. However, she was welcome to try. Actually, Nemesis would encourage her to do so, and to see what happens. They didn't run a dictatorship, but Malice's situation was different. At least the female had to realise that. It was not like she was hated for no reason, unlike she may believe. Nemesis had reason, and so did Damien, and so did Kove. It was not a simple case of bullying, it was vengance.