Our cabin door slams behind us, loud enough to rattle the hinges. Even Selene doesn't follow. The moment it closes, my back hits the wood—hard. I suck in a sharp breath, startled. Lucas moves fast, crowding into my space, one hand planted beside my head, the other gripping my hip like he thinks I'll disappear if he lets go.
He's close. Too close. His eyes are burning gold, glowing in that halfway place between man and wolf. It's not the calm kind of glow either—it's the kind that means something inside him is slipping.
"You are not going." His voice hits low, all grit and gravel, something deep and primal. "Not to this raid. Not this time."
His fingers flex against my hip. It's not rough—not yet—but I feel the warning in it. The barely leashed temper.
"Not ever again if I can help it."
I see red. "You don't get to make that decision alone." My palms hit his chest, hard, but it's like trying to move a wall. He doesn't budge. "Not anymore, Lucas."
