Shade found us holding hands. I didn't see him walk up. Didn't hear boots or breath or even the snap of gravel under his heel.
Just felt it. The anger, the pain... What it feels like to see your mate touching another wolf.
I hope it burned. Bad.
He stopped cold when he saw our hands. "Let go of her."
Cylan didn't flinch. He didn't even look at him. He kept his focus on me, his fingers laced through mine. One second. Then another. Then he squeezed my hand before finally stepping back. "I was protecting her. Doing what I was told. You said keep her here, so I did. Or was that another damn order you forgot?"
Shade didn't wait for an answer. His fist crashed into Cylan's jaw with enough force to echo off the trees. Cylan didn't even stumble. He'd expected it. He returned it with a bruta
