Lennox's POV
It had been a week since I last saw her, a week of avoiding her. And now, when I finally laid eyes on her again, it was to witness one of my own warriors laying his f*****g hands on her.
Logan had dared to slap Olivia. The sight of those red marks marring her face made my blood boil. My wolf snarled in my head, demanding that I turn back and rip him apart. And I would have. But Olivia stopped me.
She had grabbed my wrist, shaking her head, her damn pleading eyes locking onto mine. And for some reason, I listened.
I hated that I listened. I hated that I let that bastard walk away with his life.
I swear by the Moon Goddess, if she hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him—and it would have been justified. It would have been a warning to everyone who dared to lay a hand on
