“Silence,” she commands, her voice cutting through the tension. “You know I didn’t confront Justin to protect my pack. You’re aware that no hunter dares even think of approaching me or any member of my pack.”
“That’s not the point,” he retorts dismissively.
“Of course, it is,” she insists, her tone unwavering. “I excel in my role. Because of me, all werewolves feel safer with me than anywhere else. If I’m so adept at it, it’s certainly not to waste my time coddling refugees or letting you turn me into your puppet.”
“Leroy. Even Aleksander was a good alpha,” he reminds her.
“He was a good alpha,” she concedes, lifting her head with confidence. “I am an excellent supreme alpha. You see the difference.”
“Leroy, you are—”