Easton
The second Gavin hit the conservatory floor, every instinct inside me screamed the same thing.
Get Arianna out.
Not fight.
Not prove anything.
Not tear her father apart, even though I wanted to.
Get her out.
Arianna stood behind me clutching the small metal box against her chest, dirt streaked across her hands and tears still wet on her face. Her father watched us with a calm expression that somehow made him more dangerous, not less.
“You brought a wolf into my home,” he said.
Arianna’s voice came from behind me.
“I brought my mate.”
Pride shot through me so hard it almost hurt.
Then her father smiled.
“That was your mother’s mistake too.”
Gavin growled.
Low.
Violent.
The entire room seemed to vibrate with it.
Her father didn’t even flinch.
“She thought love would
