GAR
The growl that erupted in Gar was so deep it felt like it came from his toes. He took a step between his sister and Rika and Elreth's eyes flashed her lion.
Her scent flared. If she'd been in her beast form her hackles would have been standing tall like his own mane.
"She is my mate," he growled. "You would put her in the hands of other males? You'd put her in prison?"
"I would put her wherever I can be certain she can do no harm until I have more information—you're my brother, you would challenge me?!"
Gar wanted to scoff. "If I put Aaryn in bonds you'd—"
"Aaryn would never present a threat to the people."
"And neither would my mate!"
"We don't even know if she is your mate yet, Gar. Stand down. Now." Elreth leaned closer. "Unless you want to challenge me, unless you believe this is your war to fight, you submit!"
