Darius POV
I hadn't planned on staying at Wynterhold. The proper thing would have been to return to Ashthorn, to give Beatrice space and time. But the moment I heard about the arrow, all thoughts of propriety vanished.
Someone had tried to kill my mate. In her own home. While her brothers were supposed to be protecting her.
The logical part of my brain knew it wasn't their fault. But Rowan was howling for blood, and I barely managed to keep my wolf contained as I rode through Wynterhold's gates.
Now I stood in Theron's study, facing all four brothers, while Beatrice was safely tucked away in her room with guards posted outside.
"You want to stay here." Theron's statement wasn't a question. He leaned against his desk, arms crossed, studying me with those cold alpha eyes.
"Yes." I met
