Al's anger towards her was justified. But as Edmund felt it turning his way as well, he couldn't keep from cringing. Don't be stupid, he told himself. This isn't your fault. He should be furious at Al for blaming him - 'playing into her hands', was he? - and yet all he could muster was some indignation and a feeling that he needed to defend himself and his kind. Consoling the heat of Al's wrath, though, consumed his heart. He let it.

"After today, her behavior is certainly more suspect. And it won't go unpunished. That, I promise you." Another step, his head bowing, until his forehead could almost nuzzle Al's shoulder. "She could never turn me against you." The murmur was low and husky, almost intimate. Part of him wanted to give in and do what Al wanted without question. Another part wanted to negotiate for Al's favor with it. Or he could just accept that Al was never going to love him, while Kala clearly sought him.

Edmund reached a hand to cup Al's chin. "Perhaps I want you to ask for my favor. Or for me to ask for yours. Perhaps I wouldn't seek it elsewhere if I had - "

Another alpha to guide him.