Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

The problem was the long see she stood there, the more his irritation at her continued existence started to show.  The fur along his spine slowly started to raise and his expression sharpened.  If his acidic eyes were more like the name of their color, she'd have been burned to unrecognizable.

With a dark chuckle, he had only one question, You're telling me this is how you treat your family?  Wow. Did any more need to be said?  Then you really don't have a place here.  Quixote wasn't going to stand by and let those attitudes fester here at his new home. Just no.  And he wasn't about to go having a big discussion about different meanings of family or anything like that either.  It was simple. 

He had tried to be reasonable. He gave her a chance to turn and leave without too much hostility. Now? She was running out of time. Raven herself had even joined them, and as much as he wanted to ignore the rest of this and say hi to his mate, he kept his focus on the target of his ire. So I'll say this one last time.  Get out of my pack. By then it was a snarl. Perhaps if he knew there were a few pups lurking he'd have been more controlled, but he really didn't give a damn without that knowledge.  He'd lurched forward a step for emphasis but otherwise held his ground, giving her one last chance to scram with her hide intact. His face was clear enough: Caiaphas was unwelcome here and he'd prove it if he had to.

Somewhere inside Quixote was a piece of the monster he was always afraid to become, but this was one of those cases he would be happy to harness it.  She wanted an alpha that would fight and kill for the pack? That job description was already filled.