The wolf growled low, the sound a deep, protective rumble that vibrated through his chest as he vaulted effortlessly over a fallen tree.
I won't let that happen, he said, his voice in Orion's mind calm but fierce — like thunder wrapped in conviction. She's my mate too. Just as she's your wife.
Orion didn't respond right away. There was nothing left to argue.
He remembered — how could he forget?
Back in the early days of their marriage, they'd come to a fragile understanding: Megan didn't belong to just him. She belonged to them. Both man and beast.
That truth had first tested them on their wedding night.
Orion had been tense, afraid of losing control, of what might happen if the wolf surged forward at the wrong moment. And the wolf… the wolf had been restless, protective, jealous — desperate to claim what he saw as his. He'd growled from within, pacing at the edges of Orion's consciousness, never satisfied with being locked away.
