Claire’s POV
“Get your f*****g hands off her,” Connor’s voice vibrates through the room. He walks in with his face set like stone. No smile. No hesitation. It is not a request and everyone in the room feels it, even the elders go quiet.
Tyler keeps his hand on my throat for half a second longer, then drops it fast. He opens his mouth to protest but one hard look from Connor shuts him up completely. My wolf stirs again under my skin, stronger this time, drawn to whatever power just walked through the door.
My father still has my arm. He turns to me with that fake calm he uses when he wants to control the room. “So this is the person you want to leave Tyler for? This loser without a pack?”
I laugh once, sharp and mean. “At least Connor didn’t raise me to lie and cheat while smiling in my
