Owen
Diego came to discuss the Hunt Ceremony with me. The large-scale hunting event we are about to hold is important for our family.
“Diego’s hand is not important to the family,” my wolf retorts, snarling. “Cut it off.”
I admit the thought is tempting. The sight of Diego’s fingers digging into Amelia’s arm, my Amelia…
I’m seething, furious that Diego hasn’t given up trying to take her away from me. I stare him down with one hand behind me, protectively cradling Amelia’s hip. Her hand falls to clutch mine, and I savor the joining of our skin.
I won’t let anyone touch my pet.
Per usual, my little brother seems completely oblivious to my anger.
“I can find a better pet to trade you for her,” Diego offers. “This one’s just so delicious.”
He tilts his head to try to see her better b
