Moonfeast Reckoning The Alpha’s Bond Rejection

Selene Ashvale was retrieving my patrol relic when the transport harness failed. Her leg shattered on impact.

By the time I reached the healer's den, some young wolf with bloodshot eyes was snarling at me without pause:

"What gave you the right to send the Lady Ashvale to fetch your gear? If you hadn't been too lazy to handle it yourself, she never would've gotten hurt!"

"Do you have any idea her leg is fractured? That her ribs are cracked too?"

His tone dripped with self-righteous fury, like he was reprimanding a low-rank wolf who'd failed his duties.