She stared up at me in horror. "Lynara, what kind of dark power is this?"
"Let me go! You're killing a ranked wolf in front of the Supreme Alpha himself. Do you have a death wish?!"
I didn't spare her another glance. My grip tightened on Elara's wrist, and my voice stayed flat. "Are you going to tear the Wolf Core out yourself and hand it over, or do you need me to do it for you?"
Elara's face went white as parchment. She turned instinctively to Fenris for help. The thin, borrowed scent of violet and cold stone on her skin curdled with fear beneath my fingers.
Only then did Fenris snap out of his stupor.
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."