"You will not touch her," Darien snarls.
The Alpha laughs and it sends a chill straight down Isolde's spine.
"Careful, my sons," he says mildly. "Threatening your Alpha in open court is… unwise."
"You're pushing it. Back off." He says mildly.
"Or what?" their father asks, tilting his head. "You'll kill me?"
Isolde's heart slams into her ribs. Her father smiles wider.
They're warning him. Her brothers are warning their father to back off, voices overlapping, sharp and furious, daring him to take another step toward Heidi.
And the Alpha laughs. The sound is low and mocking, echoing off stone walls like a challenge. Isolde feels something in her chest snap.
"You think I fear you?" he says calmly. "Four sons throwing a tantrum?"
She feels instantly sick down to her stomach. These are her blood, becoming a spectacle for the entire pack. It hurts her to see, and she blames no one but the man himself.
