“I messed up,” Kylan said, groaning and running his hand over his face.
“You think?” Kieran said, standing up, his silver eyes sharp with irritation.
Kylan growled, his hands clenching into fists. “You… How dare you bring up Kayla?”
“Because you’re trying to do the same thing to Briar,” Kieran shot back, his voice rising. “You don’t connect with her. You don’t listen. And now you’re throwing yourself at her like that’s going to fix anything. Kayla is six feet under because you couldn’t hold yourself together, and now—”
“You bastard!” Kylan roared, his voice breaking as he swung at Kieran.
The punch landed hard against Kieran’s jaw, the sound of it echoing in the room.
Kieran staggered back, but his silver eyes flashed with fury as he wiped at his lip, which was already swelling.
“You want to do this?” Kieran growled, his voice deeper now as his wolf pushed to the surface.
“You brought her up,” Kylan spat, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “You know how she was to me. You know
