Axel notices Fenris's claws extending, and though panic surges at the sight of it, the greater panic comes from something else entirely, the possibility that two men might tear into each other right now, with him standing at the center of it, the reason for the clash.
Despite how tight his chest feels, despite how his heart slams violently against his ribs like it's trying to claw its way out, he moves.
He steps between them, forcing his body into that space, putting himself in the middle. He does it because it's the only thing that makes sense right now, even when none of it feels safe.
He looks at Zane, searching his face with eyes that already look too exhausted to hold much more.
