ARIELLE
What on earth is he talking about? I could not bring myself to ask that question aloud, and I did not really have to – I heard someone marching in our direction, and before I could even react, the intruder's voice cut between us like an invisible blade.
"Let go of her hand."
Cillian demanded, and it was probably the first time I had ever heard him speak in such a cold, stern voice. It wasn't a request – it was an order.
Raiden froze on the spot, his fingers only closing tighter around my wrist, threatening to snap it like a dry twig.
"Your reluctance to obey leads me to believe that you are challenging the royal alpha's authority." Cillian insisted, the air around him already dancing in cold gusts.
"Let go of her hand, Raiden Wayne!"
This time, it was not Cillian Wayne who spoke to him – it was his alpha beast.
