Kael
Isolde’s body went limp in Marcus’s arms, her head rolling against his chest.
Axel snarled inside him.
Again?
Again, she trusted Marcus over him. Again, she let Marcus hold her, let Marcus be the one to keep her safe.
A sharp, bitter jealousy burned through Kael’s chest, raw and ugly. He clenched his jaw, cursing under his breath.
The crowd had fallen silent, eyes fixed on the girl who had just done the impossible. On the Alpha who stood still, his hands clenched at his sides.
The healers pushed through the onlookers, rushing to Leif’s side. Kael exhaled, stepping back, allowing them space.
He watched as they worked quickly, checking the wound, the wound that wasn’t there anymore.
Shock filled their eyes, but they said nothing. They didn’t question it. Didn’t ask how it had
