“I won’t let her marry him,” Winston insisted, his voice firm as a tack. “Your son is interested in Lilly, not Kate.”
    “It was you, Winston,” Tony argued, “Who gave the big speech that your daughter, Kate, and my son, Garth, would marry and unite the packs.”
    “Look at you,” Winston growled, “arguing with me like a pup and his mother. And that was before I knew about the relationship between Lilly and Garth. And besides, can’t they get married and unite?”
    Tony recalled this piece of information: “You know the rules, Winston. Alphas and omegas can’t marry.”
    “You can make an exception, Tony. It’s not going to kill you.”
    The other lobo growled and shot out furiously, “YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULD I?”
    Winston rolled his blue eyes. “You’re actuación foolishly. How old are you? 6 months?”
    “I’m 5 years old, tu nitwit.”
    “Then stop actuación like a pup.”
“I won’t let my pack starve, Winston. If we have to, we’ll FIGHT for the valley.”
He gave Winston a fierce glare before they parted ways. It wasn’t until the moonlight howl that Winston remembered seeing Kate there.