Fenris's brow drew together at her words, suspicion flickering through his amber eyes like distant lightning. Before he could speak, Selene cut in.
"Oh, sister, what are you saying?" Selene pressed herself against Fenris's broad chest, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness, though calculation lurked beneath every syllable. "Your packmates are our packmates too, aren't they? I happen to have a small den near the central grounds sitting empty. Why don't I offer it to your friend?"
Lyra offered no response. She simply watched her half-sister in silence.
Fenris's expression darkened like storm clouds gathering over the mountains. He stepped forward, his powerful frame blocking her path, dominance radiating from every pore. "Lyra, you have time to concern yourself with someone else's den-seeking?"
"Selene was burned because of you yesterday. There are still red marks scarring her leg." His tone left no room for argument, the Alpha command threading through his words. "You will go to her now and offer your apology. Beg for her forgiveness. Otherwise, forget about borrowing anything—even if you offered tribute, you wouldn't receive a single favor from this pack!"