Jack didn't shift back just yet. Towering over her brother's human form, she faced the would-be dissenters by his side, blood pinkening three sets of claws and even a little bit in her teeth. The fact that her fur was so pale only made the bright red stand out in the setting sun.
"Let me be clear," she growled- not at them, but to everyone at the gathering. "In this pack, mates are chosen. You love who you love, not who you think you can win. If you're unhappy with that, come try and change my mind." The way she snarled that last bit was a direct challenge to anyone who even thought about pulling shit like this again. Over such a stupid, useless tradition. "Or you can keep Kevin Lewis and his father company in banishment."