"Then we shall discuss division when the bond rejection is finalized. Until then, I ask that you leave. This is my birth pack's den."
Morwenna shoved her son forward.
"Speak up! Say something to your mate!"
Kael studied me, his expression caught between conflict and something harder to name.
"Lyra, just bring out the token. We can talk this through properly."
"You call what happened at the feast a proper discussion?"
I held his stare without wavering.
"Rigging the Moonbite omen so I would be the one to find the marked portion? Announcing in front of everyone how my blessing would be divided? Sending your pack to tear through my belongings? That is what you consider talking things through?"
"If you keep defying the matriarch, you will only suffer for it!"
Kael's brow furrowed with frustration.
"You have never been careful with resources. Whatever you keep will vanish soon enough. Better to let Mother manage it."
A cold laugh escaped my throat.
Now I understood completely.
In his heart, there existed only the Stormhart pack. Our small family meant nothing.
I looked directly at Kael and spoke each word with care.