Fenris said nothing. His fingers curled slightly. A long moment passed before he finally spoke, his voice carrying an unfamiliar note of guilt.
"Selene... she got hurt too, this time. The burns on her leg are pretty serious."
He paused, trying to reason with her. "Besides, she's your own pack-sister. Can you really bear to watch her get taken away by the Territory Wardens? To have a judgment mark follow her for life?"
Lyra stared at him in disbelief, her eyes sharp with mockery and fury.
"Fenris, have you lost your mind?"
"She almost killed me!" Her voice shook with rage. "Even if she were my full-blooded litter-mate, I have every right to report her to the Pack Council. Every right to hold her accountable!"
"I'll make it up to you." Fenris cut her off quickly, his tone heavy with remorse. "You've always wanted a proper mating ceremony, haven't you? Once you're well enough to leave the healers' den, we'll start planning right away. We'll hold it as soon as possible. With me by your side, no one will ever dare hurt you again."
"Who wants your compensation? Who wants your mating ceremony?"