I drew a slow breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs as I pulled the true territory claim seals from my satchel and pressed them hard against his chest. "Kael Ashvale. Luna's nesting grants are not pack-shared assets—I'm telling you for the last time: get your she-wolf out of my claimed grounds."
"And return every piece of my daughter's moon-gold. All of it."
Kael hadn't expected this. He'd assumed I'd swallowed his lies like a submissive omega should—never imagined I'd show up armed with proof of my bloodline's authority.
He froze for a heartbeat, his wolf's surprise bleeding through his carefully controlled expression. Then he snatched the sealed documents and shredded them with his claws, scattering the pieces at my feet like fallen leaves. "You think a few forged scraps prove anything?"
Morwen rushed forward to support her son, her aging wolf's hackles raised beneath her skin. "Just go, will you? The Winter Moon Festival is almost here—we won't petition the pack tribunal."
I almost laughed at the absurdity. "You won't press charges?"