Arianna
“Step away from the case, Arianna.”
The voice came from the hallway below.
Calm.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
I knew him before I saw him.
Darius.
My father’s favorite enforcer.
Of course he had sent Darius.
He had been there when I was thirteen and learned to hold three forms in succession without collapsing. He had been there when I was sixteen and my father decided I was ready to shadow real assignments. He had watched me grow up, watched me train, watched me become exactly what my father wanted.
And now he was here to take my mother’s case.
Easton moved in front of me.
I grabbed his arm.
“Don’t.”
His head snapped toward me.
“He knows wolves.”
“So?”
“So he knows how you fight.”
Louie whispered, “Comforting.”
I ignored him.
Darius appeared in the doorway.
He look
