Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

She lifted her head and looked in the direction of the strange waterfall. Simmik was about to comment on how pretty it looked, slowly making its way down the side of the mountain, but then a chilly breeze rustled her thick coat, bringing with it a rage-inducing scent. 

The Beta stiffened, and her eyes searched the trees around them. That was about the time he stepped out of the shadows—the absolute last wolf she wanted to see. Her eyes narrowed as he spewed his annoying words, having the audacity to refer to them being here as a present. If it had just been the two of them, she would have lunged at him and tried to rip out his throat, just as she had promised, but he had another with him, and she didn't want to get Vallkyrie injured. Neither of them could really afford an injury this far from home. 

That's none of your damn business, she told him, her voice low and angry. Pretty stupid of you to show your face to me, she added as her fiery glare bore into his face. She shifted closer to her packmate, keeping in front of her as if to guard her from the other two. Then she looked over at the woman who looked strangely like her. Was that on purpose? He couldn't be with her, so he found a more evil model? You do know your leader is a rapist, right? she directed at the woman, her gaze slowly moving back to Kynareth. Did his pack know what kind of a monster he was?