Olly turned back around, eyes amber tinged with that woad blue at the edges she'd seen the night of the full moon. There was a lot of magic around and it was eating away at his already frayed nerves. "Bullshit," he said. "I don't need protecting, Jack. I know what I'm doing. Sometimes, I think I am the only fucking person in this situation who is looking at the reality. And the reality is, we have to be equals in this. You call the shots, but I am not Mom and you are not Deacon. I am not going to let your pride and stubbornness blind you to basic reality. You cannot physically fight the contenders who are going to be gunning for you. And you seem to think you're always gonna fight them on your terms. That's a bunch of bullshit. Also, you have too much shit that you need be doing for this pack than dealing with a bunch of fucking wannabes. That is the reality, Jack."
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