His expression hardened. Killing intent flooded his gaze. The air around him thickened, that cold iron undercurrent in his scent bleeding through the white cedar and sunlit marble until every wolf present felt the pressure settle against their chests like a hand pressing down.
"Girl. Crippling someone without lifting a finger. Your dominance is impressive, I'll grant you that."
"But no matter how convincing the act, you are not the Primordial She-Wolf."
"You don't have the power to face me."
"So I'll give you two choices. End your own life, or wait for me to scatter your soul into oblivion."
I looked at Fenris with something close to pity, and let every syllable land.
"Mate. You've already scattered my soul once."
"Do you really think it would work a second time?"
