Davian.
I stood there for a mont longer, my gaze lingering in the direction Maria had gone, my jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might crack.
Every instinct in scread to go after her, to follow her and to make sure she was safe.
But I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Unlike Adrien, I didn’t have the luxury of acting on impulse. I wasn’t allowed to lose control, not now, not when everything around us was already falling apart.
My fingers curled slowly into a tight fist at my side, nails digging into my palm.
Control it.
I exhaled sharply, forcing my thoughts into order.
Then my gaze shifted.
Patricia.
She stood a few feet away, still trying to compose herself, but I could see it, the flicker of fear in her eyes. Good. She should be afraid.
Because at that mont, she was the closest thing I had to an outlet.
Before she could react, I moved.
In two quick strides, I closed the distance between us and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back harshly.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips.
"Ah—!"
"Do you have a death wish?" I growled, my voice low but laced with raw fury.
Her hands instinctively flew up, gripping my wrist, trying to ease the pain, but I didn’t loosen my hold.
"How dare you," I continued, my grip tightening. "How dare you even think of harming her?"
Her breathing beca uneven, panic setting in as she struggled under my hold.
"I...I didn’t—"
"Don’t lie to !" I snapped, cutting her off instantly.
My eyes darkened, burning into hers.
"Do you even realize," I said slowly, my voice dropping to sothing far more dangerous, "that a single strand of her hair is more precious than your entire life?"
Her lips trembled.
The defiance she once held was gone, completely replaced by fear.
"That ans," I added coldly, leaning closer, "you are nothing."
"P-please..." she whispered, her voice shaking now.
But I wasn’t done.
"And if you ever—ever—try sothing like that again," I continued, my tone sharp as a blade, "I will make sure your life becos a living hell."
I paused deliberately, letting the weight of my words sink in before adding, "Yours... and Darren’s."
That did it.
Her entire body stiffened at the ntion of his na. Her eyes widened in shock, her lips parting slightly, but no words ca out this ti.
She must really like him.
Slowly, I released her.
She stumbled slightly, imdiately lowering her head, avoiding my gaze completely.
Silence hung thick in the air.
Behind , I felt the shift before I heard it.
"Guards." Aidan’s voice was cold, commanding.
I didn’t turn, but I knew the look on his face.
"Take her away," Damien added, his tone just as unforgiving. "Lock her up."
Within seconds, the guards moved in.
Patricia didn’t resist this ti.
She kept her head lowered, her body stiff as they grabbed her arms and began dragging her away.
No protests.
No argunts.
Just silence.
Pathetic.
I straightened, running a hand through my hair as I tried to steady the storm still raging inside .
"Let’s go," Aidan muttered.
Without another word, the three of us turned and began walking down the hallway.
But we hadn’t gone far when sothing caught my attention.
Voices.
Raised.
Tense.
My brows furrowed slightly as I looked ahead.
Two figures stood not too far away...with a third between them.
Maria.
And on either side of her...
Noah.
Adrien.
Both of them were holding her.
My steps slowed.
I couldn’t hear everything they were saying from this distance, but the tension between them was unmistakable.
My eyes narrowed slightly.
What the hell was going on now?
As we moved closer and the voices beca clearer, though still fragnted.
"...Isn’t over—"
"...just back off—"
And then a louder voice, "Never."
It was Noah’s voice, firm and unyielding.
Sothing in snapped.
Before I even realized what I was doing, my body moved on its own.
In a flash, I stepped between them, my hands shooting out as I forcefully pried both of their grips off Maria.
"Enough."
My voice ca out sharper than I intended.
The sudden action froze all three of them, including Aidan and Damien who had co closer and just like that, there was a heavy silence and then it hit a second later.
What I had just done.
My hands were still slightly raised, my breathing uneven.
Slowly... I turned my head.
Aidan and Damien were staring at , not casually, not indifferently but... closely, probably wondering what had gotten over .
"Davian..." one of them—Damien—spoke, his tone laced with suspicion.
I straightened imdiately, my expression hardening as I tried to mask whatever had just slipped.
"...are you sure you’re okay?" Aidan crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing slightly. "You’ve been acting strange lately."
Strange.
The word echoed in my head.
I opened my mouth, ready to brush it off, to say sothing, anything, to shut down the conversation.
But before a single word could leave my lips, I heard fast, urgent, heavy footsteps approaching towards our direction.
A guard ca rushing toward us, breath uneven, panic written all over his face.
"Alpha Davian!" he called out, stopping a few feet away as he tried to catch his breath.
All of us turned toward him instantly.
"What is it?" I demanded.
He swallowed hard before speaking.
"The pack..." he started, his voice shaking slightly. "The pack is on fire!"
Everything stilled and for a split second, the words didn’t register and when it did, I snapped.
"What?" My gaze fully focused on him now. "How is that possible?" I demanded, my voice rising slightly.
But my brothers were already moving.
Aidan and Damien didn’t wait for answers.
They took off imdiately, their speed kicking in as they rushed toward the direction of the commotion.
My jaw tightened.
Sothing wasn’t right.
Sothing about all of this felt wrong.
Without another word, I turned sharply and followed after them.
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