Redtail Rise Obey your master

The low, constant hum of his growl built in volume when his sister came crashing onto the scene, wielding her ignorance like a blade that she turned immediately upon him. His hackles flared. How dare you accuse me of harming my own kin! he snapped at her, hunching his shoulders with affront and dangerous intent both.

He should never have believed Avicus would be anything more than the stupid, slobbering, blood-obsessed barbarian that she was, and he should never have thought she would train her cubs to be anything more than that. If he was smart, he would pack his family up and leave. He would give one chance — exactly one — for her to prove she was not just a mindless savage with no care for anything but bones and blood.

I did not. If one of my sons did, it's the least she deserves for trying to strangle one of them! He drew himself to his full height. Avicus was his leader, and he respected her, but not if she was going to treat him and his family this way. Count yourself lucky she is not dead for that, Avicus! If Masquerade belonged to anyone but his sister, Aventus would not have chosen restraint. He would have laid her throat open and flung her corpse down the mountainside for hunting his son.

How dare she accuse him, of anyone, of hurting her vile, rabid brat. His sons moved at the edge of his periphery; Aventus shot them a sharp look to stay put.