Blair POV
Sarah wanted to protest, I could see it in her eyes, but she reluctantly acceded to my demands. Sierra gripped her by the arm and turned, walking her back to the pack house, giving me a sharp look over her shoulder. I turned back to the skirmish, my eyes watching intently. So far they seemed to be evenly matched. James backed away slightly so that he was next to me. I knew then that Braedon had given him the order to protect me and I gave a low growl of frustration under my breath.
Our mate is a proud man and doesn't want our help, Blair. You must understand that Braedon has always known this fight would be inevitable. Some part or instinct told him that his father was not dead and all this time, he's been waiting for this day. We cannot interfere.
Dusk I'm not about to stand
