Chapter 17: We Are Not Brothers
His doggy senses were tingling. Some perks that came with being half-wolf.
Riven didn’t respond, hoping that maybe—just maybe—Julius would assume he was asleep and leave.
No such luck.
The door opened without hesitation, and Julius stepped in, filling the room with his presence like an approaching storm.
His piercing gaze locked onto Riven immediately, sharp and focused, like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey.
Riven swallowed. "You know, normal people wait for permission before barging in," he muttered, sitting up.
Julius ignored him, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
"I need to talk to you," he said, voice deep and commanding.
Riven raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so now we talk? That’s new."
Julius didn’t rise to the bait. He walked forward, standing just close enough that Riven had to tilt his head to meet his eyes. His scent—deep, woodsy, and unmistakably him—was overwhelming at this distance.
"I’m not letting you go with Ronan."