"Then enlighten me. What exactly has she done that justifies murder?" I asked.
Maren's eyes shone with frustration.
"She has made you reckless. You defend her every time someone questions her, and you trust her judgement more than you trust the people who have served you for years." She said.
"She earned that trust by helping us save lives. What have you done to earn the right to decide who deserves to die?" I asked.
She flinched.
For a moment, I saw the woman who had stood beside me after my father's death, helping organise patrols while I struggled to keep the pack functioning. I remembered the long nights, the shared burdens, and the loyalty I had believed was unquestionable.
That history made her betrayal worse, not better.
"Who were those people?" I demanded.
"I don't know the
