Adrian's POV
Moving on instinct, I blocked the knife that would have landed right in Isla's eye, batting it out of the sky and down to the ground, where it harmlessly clattered.
While Isla was safe, the knife had cut into me, and a line of blood formed on my palm. A bead of it pooled, then dripped down onto the bricks of the square.
At my movement, everyone froze.
Behind me, Isla gripped her hand in the same place as my wound, yet I saw no blood on her in that location. Not that I cared either way.
For now, I simply wiped my blood on my shirt. It wasn't that deep, and closed quickly. Calm and composed, I wasn't going to be bothered by a bit of blood.
The pack watched me with varying levels of upset. I heard as the whispers started.
"Why would Alpha protect a slave?"
"He doesn't sti
