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Although it doesn't quite seem to phase Kynareth, the woman had spent enough time with him to see the faint and hidden shock behind those yellow eyes.

Ambrosia knew it may be difficult for the alpha to understand the sudden change. Maybe it would have been an easier transition had he known her as a young wolf. Leigh hadn't disappeared completely. She was still there deep down. But for now, to survive the Saints, the she-wolf had to reach and pull out a side of herself that had been burried nearly half her lifetime ago.

It was a little like a lightning strike. Ambrosia would never be the same wolf twice, just like lightning never strikes the same spot more than once. But it can get pretty close, and although she would never be a copy of her former self, she'd take on a face resembling one she had held before.

But it seems like Kynareth on the other hand isn't capable of change. She wasn't pleased with his words, and the smallest frown lied across her lips before she dipped her head to tear at the rabbit. Chewing and swallowing, allowing a long silence to sit between them, she finally spoke.

"Don't be sarcastic with me, wolf. I may not be alpha but I highly surpass your ranking in this world. My reputation exceeds yours and apologies for my narcissism but I know where I stand and it is above you."

It wasn't her intention to start a fight and anger the old man. In fact, her words weren't even intended to sound insulting or aggressive. To her, she was simply speaking the truth and in her mind there was nothing wrong with that.

"And I have not gone soul searching. I took a vacation from this place seeing as it was your former lover who murdered my husband and child. I think it's rather fair that I have some time off, don't you think? Now come sit and share this rabbit. Besides, it's the rabbit you should be thanking for keeping me distracted while you raided my home. Otherwise there would be no Kynareth Deagon save for the bones in my stomach."