Tristan's POV
"When she returns, I'm going to lock her up and make sure she can't leave again!" Sebastian spat.
"What the f**k did you just say?" My voice came out low, dangerous. The air in the room thickened with tension as Sebastian and I let our auras out.
Usually, his aura is stronger than mine; I can feel how it makes my wolf submit, but perhaps my anger is stronger, or Azrael is too weak. Now, our auras match.
Sebastian bared his teeth, his claws digging into the armrests of his chair. "You heard me. She left us. She’s out there risking her life when she knows we would tear the world apart to protect her. And now she’s walking straight into some ancient, murderous s**t in the middle of nowhere? No. When we find her, she’s not stepping one f*****g foot out of our sight again."
