“ENOUGH!” My father roared, the sound tearing through the cheers, slicing through Axel and Archer’s fighting.

Archer’s punch and Axel’s kick halted mid-way. “Let’s settle this in the packhouse like how our ancestors used to do when fighting over a woman.” My father tossed me a wink and I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

In my father’s office, Archer’s battered face didn’t waver when he held my face between his hands. “I’d do anything for you, Keira,” Archer breathed, “I really do.”

Axel pulled me away from him and his black eye and bleeding nose made me grimace. But even with how he looked, a glimmer of hope...