Silas scoffed, then swung his boots off the table with a thud. He leaned forward on his elbows, eyes narrowing as he looked her over, head tilted slightly like a wolf sniffing out weakness.
"Why would he pick Crimsonclaw of all places?" he muttered, more to himself than her.
Serena did wonder why as well, but she chalked it up to the Cardinal pack being farthest from Ironshade. If she thought too much about it, a headache might set in.
"Rogue," he said finally.
It ticked her off, the way only Darius, Anna, and Jack seemed to respect her enough to call her by name. Still, she perked up, giving him her attention.
"I'm listening, General," she said coolly.
"Do you know why I am a general?" he asked, his tone patronizing, like he was addressing a slow-witted child.
A rhetorical question, there was no answer she could provide. Serena narrowed her eyes and swallowed. She would not let this man run over her.
"Would you care to tell me why?"
