Voren did not refuse him. After all, Bloodfang had not interrupted his conversations and hadn't let him lose control in front of his enemies. The wolf had been patient, waiting, watching. Now it was his turn.
His claws began to elongate as Jaron spoke through deep breaths, his voice trembling with desperation. "King Voren, what will you tell my daughter? I am still Alpha Corvine's father-in-law."
Bloodfang threw him across the wall. The impact cracked the plaster, and Jaron fell hard on the floor, the breath driven from his lungs.
Battal needed Jaron alive, but right now, he could not interfere in issues among wolves. This was not his fight.
"Your daughter will understand because you almost killed the man she loves." Bloodfang growled, Voren's gaze turning dark as the wolf took full control without shifting.
Jaron could see it in the way Voren's eyes turned dark that his wolf was in control. Fear rippled through him, cold and suffocating.
