"Savage fighters?" I repeated after her, raising an eyebrow. I tried my best to look as interested in what she had to say as possible.
She huffed, turning up her nose snootily. Sienna pretended not to care, but I could tell that she was pleased she had somehow caught my interest, rather than having me fight over who was truly Lucien's mate. In her eyes, it was probably the same as acknowledging she was the better of us.
"Yes," she said. "The Bloodmoon Pack differs from other packs. In most traditional werewolf packs, the position of Alpha is passed down from father to son, or even son-in-law. Otherwise, they might hand-pick a successor they favor," Sienna explained.
"It's different for the Bloodmoon Pack," Georgia said excitedly. "The position of Alpha is― ouch!"
She hissed in pain as Sienna's fist collided with her stomach, causing her to gasp sharply for air. Georgia recoiled, peeking at Sienna from the corner of her eye as she stepped back in silence.
