“No power? NO POWER!” Dorien bellowed now, not caring anymore about being overheard by pack members or spies.
“Brother!” Reyland whispered urgently, the concern in his voice and eyes palpable.
The heir swallowed, his breathing calming down a notch as he shook Reyland by his shirt.
“How can you SAY that?” Dorien hissed as his eyes almost fervently searched Reyland’s
“You know –” he pressed, but Reyland cut in.
“I do. That’s why I’m not afraid,” he urged, watching his brother closely.
Seeing Dorien about to protest more, Reyland placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.
“It’s what I said Christmas morning. Do you remember?” he continued, bending lower, leaning closer to Dorien.
“We know about the blood. She did not. Now, for one second, just one second, Dorien, imagine someone made ou
