ruled by secrecy

“So much for counting themselves among her friends.” he growled, truly angry now. “We came to them in good faith, owing them nothing, and they turned it into a power play? I’ll show them a power play.” He ground out, he had always gotten a strange feeling from Aurielle and her people. The feeling that they thought themselves superior and above. Now they had gone and done it, putting their own skewered idea of etiquette above the need of someone they called a friend. Malalia would be ashamed of them, if she knew.

He shook his head, astonished. He had opened his borders to Cairo, despite his own disinterest in alliances or the world beyond his pack. It was Aurielle who seemed to want to build relationships with every pack. Perhaps the radiation that made her glow had rotted her brain. Did she think herself a goddess perhaps, lounging on her high ground and watching the little mortals cry? He knew already what he thought of those that considered themselves gods. He thought of Archon with disdain. “Perhaps we ought to show her a ‘right proper’ greeting, befitting her lofty high ground and all that. What do you think, Hana?” the smile he showed to his wolf could only be described as predatory.