The second she caught the commanding tone in my voice, her face soured. Something in my chest stirred, low and quiet, and I felt the air between us tighten. Rosalind's nostrils flared. She didn't understand what she was sensing, but her body did. Her shoulders dropped a fraction of an inch before she caught herself and stiffened again.
She shoved me, her voice shaking with fury. "Lynara, who do you think you are?"
"How dare you speak to your senior brother and sister like that?!"
Edwin stepped between us, his expression the picture of composed reason. "Lynara, don't be rash."
"The Dawnveil Pack was always a small, unremarkable pack. Master spent his entire life trying to make it flourish and never could. What chance would we have?"
"Besides, all of us have received our Celestial Rank now. Isn't that a glory the pack can be proud of?"
He reached out and took hold of my arm.
"Come now, be good. I'll take you to see the Supreme Alpha. I'll make sure you get a fine rank..."
But before the last word left his mouth, my short blade was already buried in his chest.