Carlos’s P.O.V.

Blood roared in my head, pure, and blinding, murderous intent drowning every other thought as my claws hovered inches from Henry’s throat.

The interruption tore through me like an insult carved into flesh, and I paused with a snarl already on my lips.

My mouth turned bitter as this was none other than Grandpa Lucian, who followed me all the way here for this interruption.

“What did you just say?” I snarled, turning my head to see my nosy family.

The portal became alive again as Lucian stepped fully out of the halo of glowing light, his presence filling the room with cold authority. Aunt Freya followed him,...