Our bodies crashed together, struggling for dominance—and that's when my heightened senses caught it.
The moon-gold chain gleaming at her throat.
One of the pieces from my pup's stolen heirlooms. Seren's favorite, etched with protective runes by my own mother.
Rage ignited in my chest like wildfire. I tore the chain from her neck with a sharp yank. "You dare wear my pup's things?!"
"You're not worthy of touching them!"
She wasn't prepared for the force behind my pull. Raven crashed to the cobblestones, a thin line of blood welling where the chain had scraped across her skin.
I hadn't planned to cause a scene in the market-den.
But seeing my daughter's belongings displayed so boldly around this she-wolf's throat—I couldn't swallow that insult down.
I held up the necklace for the gathered pack members to see, my voice cutting through the murmuring crowd. "There's an engraving on this. My pup Seren's initials, marked in the old script!"
"You and Kael can expect a summons from the pack tribunal!"
The words had barely left my mouth when something slammed into me from behind.
I lost my footing. The necklace was wrenched from my grip.