The moment I sent Macy upstairs, my eyes locked on Derick. I stared at him angrily.

"I told you to stay away from her, Derick!" I yelled at my brother.

"She’s supposed to be resting, not walking around! And why the hell do I smell your scent on her?" I demanded, my voice rising.

Derick just stood there, staring back at me. My wolf growled angrily, barely holding back.

"We only talked, Liam. Nothing more," Derick said, trying to explain.

"I don’t want you talking to her, not when you still think she’s yours!" I snapped.

"Are you even listening to yourself, Liam?" Derick shouted back. "Macy is still my...