I sat cross-legged on Lydia’s bed, still trembling from what had happened. The image of my mate attacking his own twin still haunted me. It felt wrong watching someone I loved turn so violent against his own blood; hell, they had shared a womb together.

Hate was what I felt for my sisters, and they deserved it after everything they had done to me, but we had never had any altercations that resulted in such violence.

“Are you alright?” Lydia asked me, her voice cutting off my thoughts, and I raised my head to meet her. Her eyes were kind and searching, and I could only manage a small smile...