Azandra POV
“WHAT? Cyran’s crony hit them with a silver chain? Just wait until I get my hands on him!”
She was grateful that Kyon didn’t point out the impossibility of such a feat right now. “You could teleport to them,” he said. “But Jiro already killed him.”
She gave him a baleful glare. “Half-wit!”
Jiro’s and Garnet’s screams of pain had nearly shattered her through the mind-link when she and Kyon roamed the meadow because she heard about another possible firefox hound sighting. They raced right back to Cresta House and got a full report.
Garnet had taken a stand against the idiots, pro-Cyran and so-called pack loyalists, who just wanted revenge and didn’t care who they hurt. Proof that Garnet was as solid and fiery as the gem she was named after, and she was an excellent Luna.
And Jiro … he was every bit the softie with Garnet that Azandra predicted he’d be, but hard as burnished steel when it came to ruling the pack.