(MASON'S POV)
The night air was heavy with tension, thick enough to choke on.
Alpha Dylan held Liam close, his arms wrapped protectively around my brother's trembling form. Liam's face was buried in Dylan's chest, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The silver-haired alpha, Roland, stood beside them, his hand resting gently on Liam's back, his silver-blue eyes fixed on Blue with a mixture of caution and defiance.
"Blue," Dylan said, his voice calm but firm, like a man trying to soothe a wild animal. "Please. Calm down. There's no need to growl at my mate. Let Liam and Mason talk. No one here wants to hurt anyone."
My eyes widened.
'Mate?'
It took a heartbeat before the meaning caught up with me. And when it did, the ground beneath my feet didn't feel quite as steady anymore.
