Caleb's massive form loomed in the wide-open iron door of the dungeon cell.
The choking scent of ash and pine needles burned through the bitter air, clashing with Kaelen's black ice and cedar.
"I asked you a question, brother," Caleb drawled, entering the dimly lit cell bathed in moonlight. His amber gaze snared Kaelen's bloodied hand, before flicking to the silver hunting dagger I still clutched in my shaking fist. "What kind of blood pact are you making with Father's little thief?"
Kaelen didn't move out of the way. He stood in front of me, his muscular shoulders blocking my view. A menacing growl began to rumble in his chest.
"Leave, Caleb," Kaelen growled, his voice a deadly rumble. "It's pack business. She stole my s**t. I will handle it."
Caleb laughed bitterly and echoed off t
