“You shall not go alone, my mate,” said Draka, her soft voice a sharp contrast to the ear-splitting sound of Durotan’s Oath Cry. “We shall come with you.”
“I forbid it.”
And with a suddenness that startled even Durotan, who ought to have known better, Draka sprang to her feet. The crying baby tumbled from her lap as she clenched her fists and raised them, shaking them violently. A heartbeat later Durotan blinked as pain shot through him and blood dripped down his face.
She had bounded the length of the cave and slashed his cheek with her nails.
“I am Draka, daughter of Kelkar, son of Rhakish. No one forbids me to follow my mate, not even Durotan himself! I come with you, I stand by you, I shall die if need be. Pagh!” She spat at him.
(Lord of the Clans)
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER, THRALL >:(