LYSANDER
"Send her body back to Silvercreek. Tell them she died attempting to assault our Alpha during his rut madness and perhaps even what she did. Tell them we consider the matter closed, but any retaliation will be met with an even overwhelming force." I met each elder's gaze in turn. "Let their humiliation be punishment enough. They sent a viper into our home and now she will bite them as hard as she bit us."
Silence fell again. Longer this time. I watched them weigh options, calculate risks, measure my words against their own concerns.
"It's pragmatic," Ellis admitted.
"It protects the pack," Freya added.
Jenson nodded slowly. "We'll send the body back with a formal statement. No war. But Silvercreek will understand that any aggression will be answered."
"Thank you."
