Swiftcurrent Creek when i first met tom mccannon, i was working in the mines

Though Aria looked her way, Durnehviir's stare was fixed to the bold stranger in anticipation of his response. Thankfully, he seemed prepared to back away, and the crimson she-wolf sheathed her fangs. Her hardened stare continued to linger on his dark features, however, and her silence spoke volumes: get lost.

It didn't matter to her that the ivory dove maintained a higher title. For all the bitterness and mistrust Durnehviir felt toward her, she had not approached to assert herself but instead to defend. Swiftcurrent's previous mating season had resulted in more bastard litters by subordinates than she'd have liked and while she no longer stood as its Alphess, the dragoness was even more unprepared to rear cub's sired by males out with their hierarchy.

Aria spoke up in question, and the mere sound of her voice was enough to grate her. She twitched a lip, feeling the question unnessecary, for the rogue had surely made his intention clear enough? He sought to mate, and had come looking in the wrong place as far as Durnehviir was concerned. Nostrils flared, she regarded Constantine's favoured comrade only with a flick of a lobe before she made to turn away. To look upon her would reveal the resentment she was unable to mask, and it was easier to bow out before either female let their temper flare in a situation where they should've supported one another.

She probably wanted him atop her, she thought cruelly as she padded from the duo without looking back.