Celeste's POVThe sting of Callen's grip on Elijah's collar sent a surge of fury through me, my wolf pacing, hackles rising beneath my skin."Don't be angry, sister," Elijah said softly, his voice wrapping around me like a tether. "He isn't worth your rage. To waste yourself on someone like this-it's not worth it."His hand tightened gently around mine, grounding me, his warmth bleeding into my chilled skin. At the same time, his other hand shot out, seizing Callen Frost's wrist in a brutal twist.A sharp crack rang out. Callen's face contorted, and the pain forced him to release Elijah, stumbling two steps back, his composure shattered.I sucked in a breath. The air around us thrummed with dominance, his Frost aura clashing against Elijah's Emberwood fire. Sparks seemed to snap in the air, drawing the attention of passing wolves on the busy Moonviel City street.Elijah brushed the front of his shirt as though swatting away dirt. Then, still
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