GAHRYE
Reth had him pinned against the tree, his teeth bared and just an inch from his neck. The massive lion-man kept shuddering, his beast trying to break through.
Gahrye didn't fight him, but he didn't submit, either. He held Reth's gaze and didn't back down.
"Reth! Stop!" Elia screamed, yanking at his massive arms, but Reth had his feet planted and didn't even wobble.
"I'm not your enemy, Reth," Gahrye said quietly. Firmly.
"You are if you're telling my mate to kill herself you fucking—"
"Your mate and mine, Reth. Do you get that?" Reth blinked. Gahrye sucked in a breath. "We're brothers in this, not enemies. Get your fucking head straight."
"I knew it, I knew it, oh god," Elia didn't let go of Reth's arm, but she sagged. "Reth, please… I knew it… I knew…"
Snapped out of his rage by the scent of his mate's tears, Reth took one step back, then dropped next to her in the dirt. "Elia, what… what are you saying?"
