Jolie pov

I can feel the aggression rolling off both wolves. Their instincts are taking over, pushing them toward violence.

Without thinking, I step between them. "Stop."

"Luna, don't" Knox reaches for me, but I'm already moving.

I place one hand on each wolf's chest. The light flares, and I push empathy through the connection. Not controlling them, just helping them feel what the other feels. The frustration, the pride, the fear of losing status.

Both wolves stumble back, gasping.

"There's ...