Narrowing her eyes in a silent snarl, Victoria retorted, "Don’t you dare try to drive a wedge between me and my kin. Klein is my blood-brother; every hunt he leads is for the glory of my name. Why would a Princess of the Ridge listen to a nameless stray over her own litter-mate?"

Avery met Victoria’s icy glare with the steady gaze of a seasoned predator. Her device hummed, translating her thoughts into a clear, calm chime: "Deep down, your wolf already scents the rot in his words. I didn't come to this infirmary to challenge your rank. I never sought a blood-feud with you, nor do I care to...