Tristan
The weight of my fury settled heavily in my chest as I watched Lucas drag Isla away. She stumbled, her auburn hair tumbling over her face, but she didn't cry out. The stubborn defiance in her emerald eyes only served to stoke the flames of my anger, which battled with the need to go and soothe and help her. The deep possessive urge that wanted to rip away the hand of my warrior commander that held her, despite being the one to order him to do so.
I nodded to a couple of warriors as they led the rest of her family behind her into the house and the dining room. I was going to have to deal with them as well. Hiding a human within a pack was a serious offence that put the entire community in danger.
"Rest of the pack," I barked, my voice echoing through the tense silence. "Return to
