Authority
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Jacob had stormed into Sam's living room, uninvited, and angry. "What the hell, Sam? You make me leave her, with them?"
Sam had said nothing, but stared him down, the look in his eyes enough to make Jacob's shoulders curve under his authority. It hurt, to feel the weight of it pressing on him, and his small groan was the wolf equivalent of 'uncle.'
"The treaty stands, Jacob. They're here, and that's theirs. They've assured me they'll keep her safe." Sam was facing him, slowly backing him out of the house.
"AND YOU BELIEVED THEM? THEY LEFT HER! WITHOUT TELLING US!" Jacob gasped again, at the end of this, "Fuck Sam, enough!" He was two steps from the door.
"Then accept my authority, and stop fighting it! You had your choice, and you made it. Deal with it!" These last words walked Jacob out of the house, and Sam slammed the door, punctuating his order with the noise.
His voice muffled, but still clear enough, Sam called out, "and you're parked for the night—no leaving the rez until tomorrow. Got it?"
Jacob grimaced, but turned, kicking at rocks as he walked home.