Heavy metal broke my heart

The smirk that split the hybrid's features sat poorly with the Endore, who openly bristled at his coy display. Fang was alone, unaided by those who lived with him and, judging by the scents, at a disadvantage. There were too few wolves in this pack to respond to a summons even if he issued one. A pity.

“That won't be necessary,” she said dismissively, pacing just out of reach beyond the pack's borders. “You and yours will leave—” she paused, allowing this option to sink in in its entirety, “—or we'll kill you in your sleep.” Ptarmigan didn't have the weight of Ouroboros behind her, but surely she could count on Viggo and Andrus to see this threat through.

“You're too close,” she finished for clarity, hoping the hybrid could see reason. Apparently he did not, for he responded with more subtle threats until finally, she peeled back her lips, snarled a final warning, and then departed with the silent promise that she would dismantle them.