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Hela's seeming bid for dominance was met with impassive indifference. Dragomir was old enough now to know that on neutral land, titles like that meant nothing. Besides, he was pretty sure she was lying. And even if she wasn't, Nightwalkers was an ally of Moonspear, but more importantly, Moonspear ruled them. That made any Warlord of theirs less impressive than Dragomir's own leader in his eyes.

Riiight, Dragomir drawled, and I'm the Alpha of Moonspear. He was positive she was pulling his leg and if her tone wasn't so brusque, he would've been open to such a joke. Instead, Hela was borderline aggressive, seemingly for no reason. That didn't inspire much confidence in Dragomir; in fact, it only made him want to leave.

Look, you're being really rude, he pointed out, leveling a flat stare on her. What makes you think I want to tell anything to someone who acts like that? Utterly unimpressed with Hela's attitude and claim both, he turned and left.