Voren could endure almost anything his parents threw at him. Their disappointment, their sharp criticism, their harsh words, even their outright rejection he had lived with all of it for years.
Somewhere along the way he had learned how to bury the pain deep beneath an emotionless face. If someone slapped him, insulted him, or challenged him directly, he could usually let it go. His pride was not worth fighting over.
But Seraphine… that was an entirely different story.
The moment anyone directed even the smallest bit of hatred toward his wife, every ounce of patience he possessed vanished in an instant.
Touch Voren, and there was a chance he would simply walk away without a second thought. Touch Seraphine, though… there would be real consequences.
It did not matter who the person was, family, friends, pack elders, or even his own parents. No one received special treatment when it came to hurting the woman he loved more than anything.
