“As you could be trusted, wolf? Knowing that at the full moon, you could attack her and turn her to your kind?” Lucas retorted with a growl.
I squeezed Lucas"s fingers, uncertain how to stop this and worried that both Lucas and Conal were lurching towards a fight that would become far more personal – less about the werewolves fears and more about two men fighting over one woman.
“You leeches can"t be trusted with her safety,” Kenyon argued, his voice relatively calm. “You consort with shifters, which can only increase the danger she"s in.”
The power in the room was increasing with every new retort and accusation. I could feel it from both sides - the heat and almost electric static from the werewolves and something similar from the shifters, but alongside that was a cooler, less biting
