Amias's fist comes flying, connecting with Darien's jaw. The crack reverberates, pain shooting white-hot down Darien's neck. His head snaps sideways, but he doesn't fall and only wipes the blood from his lip and laughs.
"Finally grew a spine, huh?" Darien growls. He launches himself forward, tackling Amias. They crash into the table, wood splintering under their combined weight.
The study is chaotic as books fly, chairs topple, and glass shatters when the two Alpha heirs continue to slam into furniture. Their wolves are clawing beneath their skin, threatening to rip free, but neither shifts. Not yet. This isn't about the wolves. This is about brothers, about fury, about heartbreak, and about Heidi.
