The words cracked across the field like a whip.
Colin froze, his hand instantly falling away. My head snapped toward the sound, Darius. His tone was calm, but the look in his eyes made the air around us turn colder.
Colin stepped back at once, his voice low. “Alpha….I was just—”
“If you want to keep your f*****g fingers Colin, let her f*****g go,” Darius repeated, sharper this time.
Silence stretched. No one dared to move. Even Draven’s expression had gone still, unreadable.
I frowned, brushing dust from my hands. “What the hell is your problem?”
Darius turned that glare on me, dark and blistering. “My problem,” he said slowly, “is that I told you to see the healer, not prance around here playing soldier while men put their hands on you.”
The words stung, sharper than they should’ve
