- LUCA
The air in this shack was stagnant, smelling of dust and the faint, irritating scent of Nobregas. I stood in the middle of the room, my damp shirt clinging to my skin, watching him grab his pathetic bundle of blankets.
"Wait," I snapped.
Brandon froze, his hand hovering on the doorframe. He looked back, his eyes flashing a defensive, dull gold. "I thought you wanted me on the porch, Stormbourne."
"The temperature is dropping to sub-zero, and the wind is picking up," I said, my voice like grinding stones. I wasn't being kind; I was being an Alpha. "If you freeze to death on the doorstep of my wife’s childhood home, the local Enforcers will spend weeks crawling up my tail. Aria wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt, and I’m not dealing with her tears because you were t
