Had they been more companionable, she might have laughed at the counter question. “Fair,” she acknowledged, brow raising. There was a slight twinkling in her eye. The white wolf, Hecate, she thought, had begun to stink of pregnancy, too. Even more foolish than Wraith, that one. What had she hoped to gain, save for an Archer of her own? Did she think that would really land her a place among this mess?
Why would she even want it so?
“Curiosity, I suppose. So many wolves – seems a bit exhausting.” And foolish. Capable was able to stay a shudder at the thought of breeding with so many different males – who knew how many cubs she’d come to bare with such nonsense? Still, that wasn’t the only reason why she asked. She tipped her head in his general direction, ears tipping forward. “Wraith reeked of her. Went on about loving the pups, not having ambition of leadership.” She grunted and rolled her eyes. Still not certain if she should believe that, but he wasn’t about. “Besides – a woman has to know what the others are up to. Morganna’s womb isn’t her own anymore, not as alpha. It’s about legacy.” Her grin could almost be called cruel as she shook her head. There was nothing in the world that could convince her to wish for such a position herself. Leadership didn’t mean freedom anymore that subordination did. If anything, there were more chains keeping a wolf attached to the pack grounds.
“Wraith might not care, but.” A shrug. “Bet not everyone else feels the same. And I bet she’s not going to stand for that other idiot and her sperm donor. Like I said. A woman has to know. If this shit is going to blow up – I’m not looking to get caught in the blast, not for legacies.”