The moment they stood across from each other, the air shifted.

Like two storms about to clash.

Henry’s stance was calm but firm, muscles tense beneath his shirt, his green eyes locked onto Ryan’s with the kind of warning only an Alpha hybrid could give.

Ryan, on the other hand, wore that same conflicted look I’d grown to know a mix of pride, regret, and a possessiveness he couldn’t quite bury.

And I?

I stood between them.

Not as a victim.

Not as a Luna.

But as the woman ...