Matthew's arm pulls me just a centimeter behind him. His stance both protective and menacing. Narrowed eyes that are constantly flickering from green to black, yet equally intense.
"Mia is my mate. And the Valley's Luna."
"She's rightfully mine." Bren's attitude souring. "The Moon Goddess said so. And I have full intentions of bringing her back with me to Sparta. Willing or unwilling."
Piss off, my wolf scoffs.
Matthew's eyes go black, and he steps forward, away from me. The Spartans tense as Matthew tries to contain a growl while his aura clashes with Bren's.
"Threaten her one more time. I implore you." Matthew's voice sounds slightly different. It's amazing to feel the power of his words. "I've always wondered what it would be like to paint snow with blood."
The tension in the air
