Kane moved before Wren had fully processed what she'd just heard, stepping in front of her with a speed and finality that left no ambiguity whatsoever about his intentions, placing his entire body between her and his father as though Damaris might lunge at any moment.
It was, Wren realized distantly, the first time in Kane's entire life he had ever done this — physically positioned himself between his father and another person, a line drawn in the sand that had clearly never once needed drawing before, because no one had ever mattered enough to warrant it.
"You don't get to say that to her," Kane said, his voice dropping into a register Wren had heard only once before, the night the alarm bell rang and his wolf had gone cold and focused with rage. "You don't get to walk into my house and
