Lucien's jaw tightened.
He had expected Xavier's fury, but he still pressed forward. "That's what she says but the others… they weren't there. They didn't see what happened and wolves don't care about context, Xavier. They only see blood. They only see her as someone who was killed."
Xavier slammed his fist on the desk, making the lamp rattle. His voice thundered, "Then they'll learn to see her as I do!" His chest heaved with restrained rage. "She is mine and no one… Kraven, the Elders, not even my own pack… will make me doubt that."
Lucien didn't flinch, though his voice was grave. "It isn't your pack I'm worried about. It's his. Kraven's people won't just refuse her. They'll hunt her and the first time they smell weakness, they'll drag her down."
Xavier's gaze darkened, silver gleam flashing in his eyes. "Then I'll kill anyone who tries. No one will ever separate us from each other."
