Listening to his casual disregard for my life perturbed me.
As if meeting me was a simple thorn in his side, like I was easy to forget. Although I had already admitted to myself that when it came to Morax, I probably was. It didn't make it any less warped to me though. It didn't hurt or anything, per se, since I knew I was just a spiteful wolf from another clan.
The sister of the boy who killed one of his pack.
But it was sometimes hard to remember my place in his presence. It was as if his fleeting moments of humanity were a harsh splash of embers across my face.
Once again, I found myself comparing him to poison.
Morax made you want to believe in him, but then he'd burned you. He'd say just the right thing to make you feel nauseous.
Afraid.
I turned away.
"Well, you've already established I'm not fit to lead this outing, so go on. Show me where to find the faux crag. There should be minerals there, right?"
I heard the Alpha move a few steps past me, left of the direction I'd
