Cara wouldn't have blamed the man for wanting to simply take his hans out of the burning oven she had placed him in. She wouldn't have blamed him if he had lunged at that very moment with a million curse words dangling from the tip of his tongue. What she would have blamed him for was the pack's slow decay shall he not agree to her offer.
It was nature's course what would've ended up ruining their empire, but only because he had failed to pronounce the magic words that would revert it all. While his assumption of her going behind everyone's back to get her prize was correct, she still thought that having asked (even out of desperation) was proof enough that she was trying to change her ways.
She could've perfectly waltzed out without even awknowledging her inability to handle things. But she was offering a deal now, one that in her mind, and probably in reality as well, would benefit them as a whole.
Wasn't that what Mordecai had wanted all along?
"Because I out of all wolves, care about this pack whether I am running it or not" she barked, her eyes trailing around the edges of his own, she was not sure if that statement would somehow strenghten her cause but she was willing to try.
There was no need or even desire to lie to him now.
Every syllable was true.
"I have devoted myself to the Spine, isn't that enough?" she barked, feeling the urge to remind him how it had been her who had pieced it all together when Jinx fell into her early grave; how it had been her that with Lecter's blessing had pushed the four-member pack that remained into stability again.
Yes, she had lost many battles, but she had never backed out from the war.
I that wasn't the kind of subordinates he wanted for the Spine then maybe he wasn't even a leader worth the trouble in the end.
