Neverwinter Forest We settle down to cut ourselves apart

He didn't fight her on her declaration that the Saints were now officially their enemies, for which she was grateful; she was too raw and hurt to have to argue that point to him. He assured her that they would warn the rest of the pack, and she nodded. 

Anger filled her expression when Mal informed her of Yuèlóng's new member being the very wolf that had attacked Cupid. How can you be okay with that? she asked abruptly. It was an unfair reaction, but she wasn't really in a place to be rational right now; she was even more of a mess than ever. No member of the Saints can be trusted. How do we know he's not spying for them right now? Simmik shook her head. This is not acceptable, Mal. They're supposed to be our allies. Pot calling the kettle black. How many times had she fraternized with the enemy? She really had no room to talk, but her anger had her blinded to all that logic. Most if was just transferred anger from what had just happened. She would feel bad about it later too.