She said it the way someone might comment on the weather....casual, conversational and absolutely serious and Nicholas felt every wolf behind him tense.
"You can’t have her," Nicholas said, and his voice did not waver.
Victoria tilted her head slightly, studying him. "Can’t? Or won’t?"
"Both." Nicholas responded.
"Interesting." Victoria stood slowly and the chair beneath her simply dissolved, the spider webs unraveling and disappearing into nothing. "You know what I’m capable of Nicholas. You know I could reduce this entire territory to ash with a thought. And yet you stand there and tell me I can’t have my own blood?"
"She’s our mate," Nicholas said.
"She’s MY NIECE!" Victoria’s composure cracked for just a moment, her voice rising, and the air around her shimmered with power. "She’s the last family I have. The last piece of my sister. And you’ve CLAIMED her like she’s property to be owned!"
"She chose us," Sebastian said from beside Nicholas, his voice hard. "She had every opportunity to leave and she stayed."
Victoria’s laugh cut through the clearing like a whip....high and cold and absolutely wrong. Every wolf within earshot flinched, even the ones in formation behind Nicholas. Even Sebastian, though he hid it well. The sound raised the hair on Nicholas’s arms and made his wolf press against his skin trying to get out.
"She chose you?" Victoria repeated, still laughing. "She chose you BEFORE she knew you killed her father. Before she knew what you really are. What you’re really using her for."
"We didn’t kill Victor," Nicholas said, his jaw tight. "And you know that."
"Do I?" Victoria took a step toward him and the ground beneath her feet cracked, small fissures spreading outward like a spiderweb. "Then explain to me, Alpha Nicholas, how Victor ended up dead after your pack abandoned him to hunters. Explain how my sister ended up catatonic after losing her mate. Explain how Lilith ended up alone and vulnerable enough to walk into your trap."
"The circumstances of Victor’s death are complicated..." Nicholas started saying.
"Complicated," Victoria repeated, and her voice dropped to something dangerous. "What a lovely word to use for betrayal. For cowardice. For choosing pack politics over doing what was right."
Nicholas felt Kael pushing at his control, demanding to be let out, demanding to defend their territory and their mate from this threat. But he held firm because Victoria was right about one thing, she could burn them all to ash if she wanted to. Starting a fight here would only end in bloodshed.
"Maybe you didn’t deliver the blow that killed him," Victoria continued, moving closer. "But your father gave the order to retreat. Your father chose to leave Victor to die rather than risk pack warriors to save him. And you, all three of you were there. You watched it happen. And you did NOTHING."
The accusation hung in the air and Nicholas could not deny it because it was true.
"So tell me," Victoria said, stopping directly in front of him now, close enough that he could see the power crackling in her eyes, "how are you not responsible for his death?"
"We were under orders," Sebastian said, his voice strained. "Our father was Alpha. Going against him would have meant...."
"Would have meant being brave," Victoria cut him off. "Would have meant standing up for what was right instead of what was convenient. But you didn’t. You chose safety over honor. And Victor paid the price."


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