CHAPTER 241 Death on Four Legs

　　~ RIG ~

　　My father saw the opening he’d been waiting for, gathered himself on his haunches and launched at me, the light of victory in his eyes.

　　Instinctively, I didn’t even try to meet the attack, just leaped straight into the air in an attempt to deflect, dropping my chin, trying to hide my throat as my father snaked in—and to my horror, he would have taken me, except that was the moment Stephen howled in the link, then sent images to us both:

　　Himself. Head bowed. Shoulders rolled forward. His human form submitted.

　　To me.

　　It was a boom of thunder right over my head. In any context, the submission of an Alpha brought all of that wolf’s power to bear on behalf of the wolf who’d received the honor. But in a fight for dominance?

　　It was a nuclear bomb.

　　Air sucked into my lungs as my body jolted with a tidal wave of power—because it turned out my brother was a fucking powerful wolf.