The Martian Novelas e Histórias

Exhausted and annoyed, he replied, "As I've said, Zoreen is my Luna. Get off the stage, Nina, or you'll regret this." "You should be the one regretting your actions!" Nina shook her head frantically. Her eyes were manic as she yelled, "Have you forgotten? Zoreen made me mute because she wanted to rob you from me! I've been silent for five years and tortured for just as long. You were the indirect cause of my suffering … I should be your Luna." Because of how worked up she was, Nina's voice was sharp and clear. It rang out through the enclosure. An Alpha of another pack called out, "But you don't sound like you were ever mute!"

Yeah, the night was a mess. Smoke everywhere, thick enough to choke on, and that tension? You could slice it with a claw. In the middle of it all, this bonfire kept spitting shadows up the trees, lighting up a bunch of rough-looking wolves—rogues, the lot of them. These weren’t your storybook heroes or noble pack members. Nah, these were the leftovers, the ones who’d spent most of their lives dodging trouble or scrapping for a scrap of territory no one else wanted.