Dahlia’s breath caught, her mind scrambling to make sense of his words.
“Brother?” Lupin shot back, his voice sharp.
“You heard me,” Gahn said, his tone cool, then glanced at Dahlia’s paling face and moved just in time to grab her before she crumpled.
“Get your hands off her,” Lupin growled.
“Your bride?” Gahn smirked. Not anymore, brother. I challenged you.
“Stop calling me that,” Lupin snapped.
Hunter and Bram stepped up behind Lupin, their presence looming.
“Well, look who is back,” Gahn drawled, shifting Dahlia’s weight in his arms, her head resting against his chest. “You three should start a club.”
“Let her go,” Lupin demanded.
“Or what?” Gahn shot back, tightening his grip.
Todd and Jason stepped between them, hands raised. “Enough. At the end of the day, it’s her call, no
