Kyra's POV
I was cleaning Nathan's wounds in Emily's apartment. I sat on the coffee table while Nathan sprawled on the couch, his face still bruised from the fight. Emily leaned against the island counter, watching us with her arms crossed and an amused expression.
"You better have left them battered and bloody," Emily remarked with a smirk. "Otherwise, I might think Kyra here was the one protecting you. She looks fiercer than you do right now."
I shot her a glance. "Emily..."
Emily had become like the older sister I'd never had since we met. Strong, independent, and fiercely protective. But sometimes her words could cut deeper than she realized, especially now when Nathan was already feeling vulnerable.
"What?" Emily shrugged, eyeing Nathan's bruises. "It's just strange seeing an Alpha looking so... defeated."
