Thorne
I couldn't look at either of them without wanting to punch something. My brothers — the two people I trusted most — stood there like enemies, their chests heaving, the air between them charged with fury and heartbreak. My jaw ached from clenching so hard.
Varen stood rigid, his eyes bloodshot and wild. Kiel's face was bruised, blood dripping down his chin, his wolf barely restrained beneath his skin. The furniture around us was destroyed — splintered wood, overturned chairs, papers scattered everywhere. The scent of anger and pain hung heavy in the air.
I moved forward, my hands trembling as I pointed at Varen. "You need to get your act together before you destroy everything we've built, Varen."
He didn't flinch. He just stared back, defiant, his lips twitching with that same bitterness that had been poisoning him for weeks.
