Scarlett's POV
The words dropped like a heavy weight, silencing the whole field.
Liam stepped forward, his bare chest rising and falling, his green eyes glowing with a dangerous light that promised violence. He wasn't asking; he was daring.
I felt the air grow thin. "Liam, this isn't a good idea," I said, my voice tight with a warning I knew he wouldn't listen to. The tension between them was already too much; adding weapons and Alpha pride was like lighting a match in a room full of gasoline.
Liam didn't even look at me. His eyes were locked on Ethan, his lips curling into a sneer. "What are you afraid of, cousin? Or is the only thing you're good at getting into a lady's skirt?"
The insult was sharp, meant to provoke Ethan before the fight even began. I held my breath, waiting for Ethan to react, but he just scoffed—a dark, amused sound. He turned to me, his hand resting on my waist for one last, possessive second.
