Klive Brion PoV.
I smashed through my office's wooden door and slammed it shut behind me. While I was staring at my brother, Alpha Matthews gave me a questioning look.
Matt sat in his usual spot, a small spark on his face. His skin was almost as white as his silver hair.
He had lost far too much blood. He should not be able to stand, but he was leaning casually against the leather armchair, showing me his new bracelet. I wanted to mind-link him, but he was blocking everything, including his feelings.
He was not bound to the hospital bed because of that f*****g piece of jewellery. i***t! He ought to be sleeping. He was drained before; now he could die! My temper was flaring, and I felt compelled to grab him by the hair and drag him into his room.
"Alpha Ravewood," Alpha Matthews, put a
