Dawnlark Plains the imp of the perverse

no, she shoots back. he hasn't given a reason, so she's been given nothing to chew on. and truth was never objective; one wolf's reality was another's fiction.

in any case, she isn't in the mood for a boy's sour attitude.

you muhh' come home, Avicus continues, voice growing more steely. you are parhh' of our packgh, of'uhh Rise. you muhh' provide, like your fah'her. your broh'her.

your cousins. but she leaves it unsaid, knowing full well the enmity Masquerade's attack had created.