Don't tell her no lipstick alibi

He stalked after her scent after his meeting at taken place, anger burning in his eyes. Damn woman made his wife pissed and his son swear. And all because he was doing what he pack was meant to do? Hackles raised as he saw her lounging about, like nothing at all had happened. He growled as he stalked towards her, teeth gnashing together. "What the hell do you think you are doing? Barging in like that? When have I ever done anything like that before?" He roared at her, pacing back and forth in front of her. "How dare you accuse me of your children's blood on my paws? You know how my packs work, how my whole system is ran! Do you expect me to turn on all my views because of a friendship? What if me and your sons pack had gone to war, would you not aid your own blood?" He said with a last growl. He glared at her for a moment longer before his head lowered, a sigh pushing through his lips. "It was a hard enough decision to make, Cataleya. My wolves were not to be used unless they had to be. You of all wolves should understand how Abaven works. I thought you of the wolves of Alacrita would know that." His voice was growing weary, but his hackles were still raised.