Chapter 42: Blood for Blood
Varen
I cussed so hard it made the Beta flinch.
"This is bullshit," I growled, dragging a hand through my soaked hair. "You two are acting like pups when our mate is literally fighting for her life. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Neither of them spoke, but their silence only fueled the fire burning under my skin.
"I swear," I continued, my voice edged with venom, "I must’ve pissed off every Moon Spirit in existence to get stuck sharing a mate with the two of you."
Thorne turned, his eyes cold, but steady. "Round it up, Varen."
The way he said it—calm and flat, with that dangerous Alpha bite underneath—made my jaw lock. Still, I followed him as he pushed the doors open and walked into the pack house. Kiel trailed behind me like a beaten mutt, sniffling like he was ten years old.
I turned to him mid-step and narrowed my eyes. "Cut that out."
He stiffened and straightened instantly. Good. He needed to hold himself together, not fall apart when we needed clarity.
The three of us moved together now—united by fury if nothing else—as we entered the throne room.
The sight that greeted us sent a strange pulse of satisfaction through my chest.