Third Person's POV
"I went to burn the food warehouse and left you in charge of support. But you chased others on your own. Did it ever occur to you that if Western Tribes' wolves arrived while I was burning it and you failed to warn me in time, we'd all be doomed?"
Ulrik's voice growled with lupine intensity, his chest seething with barely contained fury.
"But I succeeded," Velda said, wincing as her wound throbbed.
"Forget it. We'll never see eye to eye. If you don't value me, and I don't value you, arguing further will only hurt our bond. Let's just drop it," Velda said, trying to end the fight.
Ulrik felt nothing but disappointment.
She treated Western Tribes' civilians as ants.
To her, their lives were mere stepping stones to her goals.
He was unwilling to waste any more words
