Klive Brion POV.
"Your sister?" I almost whined, annoyed.
Is he f*****g serious? This is not my cup of tea!
Wren stared at my brother, who had a murderous glint in his chocolate-brown eyes. I was afraid he was going to kill the guy right there and then.
"My sister is innocent," Wren said quietly, her gaze fixed on Matt's lethal expression.
I put my hand on my brother's shoulder, and he finally stopped staring at the rogue.
He was shaking with rage. His fists were clenched, and small beads of sweat formed on his brow.
"Brother, please relax." I tried to persuade him that we needed him. I didn't want to get into a fight because of the rogue wolf.
Matt moved away from Wren and came to a halt in the corner of the room, still staring at him. I understood how he felt. It took everything
