The door burst open with enough force to rattle the portraits on the walls, and an angry-looking man with chocolate-brown hair marked by a double white streak charged into the room. His eyes blazed with fury as he dragged a distressed woman behind him. Her similar coloring and single streak marked her as family. The scent of their rage and distress filled the small room, making Dale's wolf want to hide.
He threw the woman aside with casual violence—Jazz caught her before she could fall, his movements lightning-quick—and then he pounced on Juke. The two men tussled on the ground, their supernatural strength evident in the way the floorboards creaked beneath them. Juke got the better position, but before he could press his advantage, his father tore him off the brown-haired man, the force of the separation sending them all staggering.
"What is the meaning of this, Arif?" Juke's father demanded, his voice carrying the full weight of his alpha authority.
"You tell me. It's you and your of
