Lucian’s POV.
My hand tightened around Lena’s arm, and my fingers dug into her skin. She jerked against my grip.
She hated when I did that, holding her just firmly enough to remind her that even blood answered to the Alpha.
“Get your filthy hands off me,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your slaves.”
I smiled faintly. “No, you’re my sister. Which makes your disobedience far more disappointing.”
“Let go of me,” Lena said again, trying to wrench her arm free.
I did not release her. Instead, I tightened my grip slightly. She hissed under her breath.
“You’re becoming reckless,” I said calmly. “And reckless wolves rarely live long.”
Lena gave a bitter laugh. “Reckless? You blinded yourself with your own stupidity. Maybe you should start there.”
My fingers dug deeper into her arm. “I would
