*Maddox*

These Goddess forsaken kids of mine.

“He pulled a sword on me, Isla. A sword!” I shrug my leathers over my shoulders and fix my mate with a look that mimics her own–something made of steel and ice cold. “It’s been three days since Ella and Maddy took off after him. I’m going. I’m bringing Cassian with me.”

“He had his arm bitten clean off–”

“He is just fine,” I say through gritted teeth, knowing the direction this conversation is ...