"Kael, what madness are you speaking? This is the first time I have ever met this young wolf. I am old—what use would I have for bribes or territory? Everything was done according to your uncle's own wishes!"
"No!" I snarled. "Uncle Fenris would never abandon me!"
I spun around and seized Alaric by the collar of his coat, my claws threatening to extend. I glared into his face with all the fury I possessed.
"Who are you? Why would Uncle Fenris willingly give you everything? Tell me—what hold do you have over a dying wolf? What threat could possibly force him to name you his heir?"
Alaric Ravenhart's face, which had remained eerily calm until now, finally showed cracks.
"Enough!" He wrenched my grip from his arm with surprising force. "If it weren't for the fact that you're Fenris's blood-nephew, I would have called for the Pack Tribunal to deal with your harassment long ago. Keep pushing me, and I won't hold back any longer!"