Perhaps she should have expected it, but nevertheless, Monderyn's sudden attack caught Ahnasha off guard. She bared her teeth at the sight of the knife, and even as it was against her throat, she intended to fight back. She was moments away from conjuring a blade of her own when Fendros intervened, with ferocious efficiency. He pinned Monderyn to the ground with no contest, as he had nowhere near the strength to overpower Fendros. As soon as Monderyn dropped his blade, Ahnasha snatched it up, being careful not to touch the metal herself. 

If the attack wasn't enough, the exchange between Fendros and Monderyn only served to heighten Ahnasha's own anger. Though not as enraged as Fendros, she had no sympathies for his brother. She was not quite to the point where she was willing to kill him, but it would not take a great deal to send her there. She scowled at him, walking to the side so she could be sure he could see her. Whether or not it was her business to become involved was irrelevant to her at the moment; she was too angry to care. "You're the one who destroyed your family, fool. Fendros was the victim of an attack he could not control, he could not stop. He did not choose to leave you, but you...you chose to blame him for putting your lives above his. You chose to hurt your sister. What did Fendros do wrong?"

With the brief pause that followed, Ahnasha could hear some movement in the adjacent rooms. The commotion had awoken at least some of the others in the pack as well, and with Monderyn forcing his way into their room, they were likely not far behind.