Kaelen's green eyes widened as I faced his brother with all the fury of a mother bear protecting her cub—except in this case, I was protecting my sister. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"I'll take on you both at once," I had declared, my tiny frame practically vibrating with righteous anger.
For a split second, I caught something flicker across Kaelen's face—surprise, followed quickly by what looked suspiciously like... pride? Maybe even a hint of arousal? But he masked it quickly, his Alpha composure sliding back into place as he assessed the situation.
"Seraphina," Kaelen said, his deep voice carefully controlled as he stepped between Ronan and me. "Perhaps we should all take a breath."
I crossed my arms over my chest, not backing down an inch. "I've said what needed to be said."
Ronan's face was a complex mix of emotions—hurt, confusion, and indignation all battling for dominance. He ran a hand through his dark hair, so similar to his brother's.
