Gaia's POV

I wrench my hands free from Lysander's grip.

Astrein moves forward immediately, shoving Lysander aside with enough force to make him stumble. "Stay away from my mate. Unless you want to die."

"Gaia is my mate!" Lysander shoves back, his face flushed with anger and something desperate.

A headache pulses behind my eyes. "Both of you—stop."

They ignore me, squaring off like wolves about to fight.

"We need to move Jackson. Now." My voice cuts ...