Heron Lake Plateau 'Cause in this home nobody cries alone.

Weren't packs supposed to be families, though? Weren't family members probably even more biased? Towhee snorted inwardly, though she didn't react outwardly. It was all rather moot, wasn't it? Quixote couldn't control his Betas (past or present) or anyone else in the pack, at least not to that extent.

Phox mentioned fetching some fresh food and Towhee nodded at him, then returned her attention to Niamh just in time to catch her remark about belonging. It felt like someone had cracked an egg full of lava on top of her head and all the fiery yolk was streaming down her shoulders and back, sinking into her spine and setting her guts on fire.

"You belong here, Niamh, and don't you dare let Quixote make you feel otherwise. Don't you dare let him push you out of this pack." Her words were a little more shaky than usual, they were so charged full of emotion, her orange eyes boring into her Person's. It wasn't even really a command; she was begging. "Don't. You. Fuckin'. Dare. Okay?" she repeated before swallowing thickly and striding after Phox.