Rían’s heart ripped to pieces listening to his brother’s roaring cry. The agony that snarled within the rage twined his own, that bleating wail familiar, because he had screamed that discord, too, when he had learned of Jenaveve’s miscarriage. Rory was going to be a father. Like he was going to be a father. Without either of them even knowing, without having the chance to celebrate the life they had created, it was all torn away from them. Leaving behind the raw pain that was now grating out of his brother’s throat.
Hearing his body pop and break in violent precession, he knew Rory was shifting into his Lycan without even looking at him. And this time, he wasn’t going to stop him. This time, he simply stared at King Joel, waiting for his brother to launch at the motherfucker and destroy
