Author's POV ~
Lucian let out a gurgled gasp, pain etched deep into his face as the silver hissed against his skin, burning straight through muscle and bone. Smoke curled from the wound, the scent of scorched flesh thick in the air. But none of the brothers dared to move.
They were too afraid—too stunned by the scene in front of them. Too terrified that she would really twist the dagger through Lucian's heart. Even with an Alpha's regenerative ability, healing from silver took time. It was a cruel burn—slow, searing, agonizing.
"Selene…" Aeron's voice cracked, laced with panic and helplessness. "Leave the dagger… we can talk. Calmly."
His expression twisted in pain. His brother was bleeding before his eyes, and yet—across from him stood his mate. The one the moon had chosen. The woman whose scent stirred something primal in his soul. Torn. He was utterly torn. Aeron didn't know whom to reach for—his brother, or his mate.
