For one heartbeat, the entire world went silent.
Then his eyes dropped to Alaric's hand on Sofia's waist.
His rage exploded.
In two long strides, Damien was there. He grabbed Sofia's arm and yanked her behind him.
"What the hell is going on, Uncle?" he demanded, his voice shaking with fury.
Alaric didn't back down. He caught Sofia's other hand and pulled her back toward him.
"And what are you doing, Damien?" Alaric shot back coldly. "Dragging her around like property?"
The raised voices drew attention immediately. Pack members turned. Murmurs spread through the garden. The memorial music faded out.
Sofia stood between them, her heart pounding violently.
"Let her go," Damien growled.
"You first," Alaric replied.
Damien's eyes flashed. "She is my slave. She belongs to me."
Alaric's expression hardened. "Not anymore."
Damien scoffed. "You don't get to decide that."
