Emera's pov
My heart raced as I was yanked out of the car, the night air cold against my skin. Sirus's grip on my arm felt like a hot iron steel, and I winced in pain as his fingers dug into my flesh.
I stumbled, my feet struggling to find their balance on the uneven wet ground.
"Sirus," Bryson warned as Brent shifted into his human form, staring at me with disappointment and confusion.
Sirus snapped his vicious cold eyes toward Bryson who growled.
" Do you want to know where your mate is or not!?" He snapped.
Bryson held his ground, his eyes red and dark with fury. " Not in this way!"
Sirus gaze darkened with vexation, his canines pushing out of his gums. " Are you a pup or are you a leader?" He sneered at Bryson.
I watched the tense exchange between Sirus and Bryson, my heart
