Olivia's POV
"Let's hear it," I said sharply, moving before I could even think about it. I planted myself in front of the triplets, my body a wall, blocking Selene's line of sight. My wolf bristled inside me, daring her to try and step closer. Oh, gods… I probably looked insanely possessive, but I didn't care.
Selene's lips curved into the faintest scoff, like she wanted to mock me, but she must've caught the warning flash in my eyes because—for once—she was smart enough not to make any silly remarks. Instead, she straightened her back, trying to look composed, but when she tried to peer over me toward the triplets, I shifted right back into her path, my glare fixed on her.
"What?" I arched a brow, my tone dripping with challenge. "Can't you tell me what you have to say? Whatever you think you can tell them, you can also tell me." Her eyes flicked to mine, and I didn't flinch. I wanted her to know I meant every word.
