Hurt my brother again and I will kill you

Of course, she knew, Carter and his packmates had made no efforts to hide their hostility towards her. She knew that if she was ever attacked, the pack would never make an effort to save her, much less bother about sending a search party to hunt her down. If she died, she couldn't even expect a proper burial.

She knew it all along, but it didn't hurt her any less having someone rub it in her face. What was the matter with Carter and his brother anyways? Sure they hate her kind, but was it necessary to pull down every seer just because of that? The more she thought about it, first Carter. Then this knucklehead, Thalia, couldn't help but grind her teeth when the memory of Carter brushing his fingers over her marks flashed in her head.