Third Person's POV
Tamara didn't expect Simon to disagree with her.
Simon's pupils turned vertical with anger. He said, "Stop this pack-splitting talk! Bloodmoon's glory is one and all. Didn't we bask in some respect from Ulrik's military honors? Even if Adelaide doesn't plan to rejoin the Bloodmoon Pack, don't speak like that."
Tamara's wolf cowered deep in her mind. She dared not meet her husband's red-tinged vertical pupils. "But Adelaide's a Golden Claw general now. Why should we expect her to overlook past grievances?"
Simon's fingers unconsciously caressed the frosted-wolf engraving on his ring, the only item salvaged from Adelaide's Frostfang silverware.
He said, "Mother's right. This isn't about pride. Father's still in a coma. We need help."
Tamara, timid by nature, remained
