The clearing froze. Ragnar’s head whipped between his sister, Stella, and Caden, who was approaching her in his wolf form.
Stella stepped back as Caden’s wolf stalked toward her, sniffing the air around her, his eyes clouded over with the mate call. She looked frightened, glancing between him and her brother behind him.
Ragnar, seeing her discomfort, lunged forward, placing himself between them.
“Back off,” Ragnar sneered, his teeth bared threateningly at Caden.
“Mate,” Caden said simply, a longing whine escaping him.
“Caden,” Ember called, walking up to him. She sank her fingers into his coarse fur and gently dragged him away, eyes following them as she gave an apologetic smile.
Collin watched them go, his eyes burning with jealousy and anger.
At the far end of the camp, Ember hand
