“Ice,” Star warned, but it was too late. Smoke had taken several threatening steps forward, the fur on his neck going up as well.
“So you are Ice,” he growled, looking over Ice’s shoulder to look Star in the eyes. “This is who you chose, hm? Someone to protect you from every little thing? Clear your path? I thought you could take care of yourself. That’s what our parents taught us!”
“Our parents also taught me that it wasn’t my place to question anything!” Star retorted tearfully. “I chose my own path. Is this what you choose?”
“I choose not to speak to any traitors of my pack, yes,” Smoke snarled. “Find your own way back,” he snapped at Wild, whirling around to leave. He slightly regretted what he had said, but there was no way he was taking it back. Star may have been his sister, but now she was part of another pack. She was his enemy.