Redhawk Caldera until all you see is my ghost.

Finley's eyes widened and her hackles prickled along her spine as Liffey seemed to snap. The girl unloaded on her and while Fin was stunned, she reacted instinctively to the show of dominance. Her blood began to boil at the words Liffey threw at her. Someone had very clearly forgotten their place and Finley's instinctive need to protect hers overrode her desire to take care of her pup.

"You forget, Liffey," She replied, her voice soft and steady, but loud in its authority, "You're not just talking to your mother when you speak to me. You're talking to your alpha. And as your alpha, I have every right to every single part of your life. It is my job to take care of this pack as a whole, which means everyone staying in line, pulling their weight and keeping themselves well and able to contribute to the pack's future. If that means you don't get to run off with your friends and stupidly put your life in danger, then you just have to deal. You are pack. Your life isn't just about you."

It had taken Finley a long time to learn it. Even when she'd served as beta for the pack, she still couldn't say she had fully grasped it. Only now that the Caldera belonged to her and Elwood, that it's legacy was theirs to protect, did she understand. And she'd be damned if any child of hers was going to take as long as she had to get it.