The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
Then, seeing my expression, he added grudgely, "Different Kael. My parents lacked imagination."
"Well, Different Kael," I said, my voice sharp. "In this pack, we don't insult our warriors. Especially not warriors who just survived a siege that killed half their brothers and sisters. Understood?"
Different Kael looked like he wanted to argue. But then he glanced past me and his expression shifted.
I turned to see Perla approaching, her face set in stern lines.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"Your warrior seems to think our people are incompetent," I said before anyone else could speak.