She hated the sound of her name coming from him, but she tried not to react to him saying it, and she didn't move from where she was between Michael and Fenrir. She could see that he had gotten angry, but she also noticed when that anger ran out of him and he passed off the stick to another of his pack, and she couldn't help the slightly smug expression that came across her face. She wasn't naive enough to think that he wouldn't go against his promise to her no matter what, but if he wanted her to stay in his pack after he turned her, and it seemed like he did, then he'd have to keep it through this situation.
She turned around toward Michael when he started scrambling and tried to soothe him. She'd have had to stay if they killed him, and she'd have to stay if they let him go, so in her mind, she wasn't really making any concessions. "It's okay. He won't hurt me. At least, I don't think he will." As she spoke, she used as quiet a voice as she could while still making sure he could hear her. As she turned back around to face the head werewolf, her body and her face was set with determination to save her friend from him. "I'll stay put, but I can't guarantee no problems."
That was when she saw him pick up the journal. If he didn't find out what it was, and she was left alone with it in the cave, she could get a message out so there would be a better chance Michael would be okday. Unfortunately, a bit of that hope was probably on her face.