ADINNA
Dean doesn’t move. His body is a solid wall in front of me, protective, unyielding, and somehow steady in a storm I can barely breathe through. His presence calms me just enough for a second, though my chest is still hammering, my wolf clawing desperately at the walls of my ribs.
“We’re all her mates,” Dean says, voice low but firm, his gaze flicking between Hunter, Jace, and Salem. “We can talk about this. Amicably. We can sort this out without tearing each other apart.”
Hunter’s jaw tightens, a growl vibrating deep in his throat. I can feel it in my chest, a tremor that travels through me, setting my nerves on fire.
His wolf presses against the surface, visible in the way his eyes flare and the tension ripples across his shoulders.
Every instinct in me wants to pull toward hi
