Lawrence’s POV

My veins froze when I saw Clement putting a gun to my daughter's head.

Mira's wide, scared eyes met mine and begged me to do something without saying a word. My inner wolf was itching to tear Clement to pieces, but I couldn't take the chance. He would draw the trigger if he made one mistake.

Despite the internal turmoil, I forced myself to speak steadily and slow my breathing. "Don't, Clement."

He scoffed. "Knight, you have no right to demand anything."

At my sides, my ...