YELENA

"Oh, you’re dead meat..." The voice that came out of Tristan wasn't human. It was deep, guttural, and dripping with the intent to kill.

He raised his clawed hand high, the muscles in his arm corded like steel cables. He was going to end it. He was going to tear Daniel’s throat out right in front of us.

"Tristan!" I yelled.

"Brother!"

The second voice was weak, barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the Alpha’s rage like a silver blade.

I turned to her, Marie was ...