Echoes of envy

The oppressive tension hung in the air like a storm about to break. It wasn't just dominance; it was a warning. A silent but unmistakable message:

She is mine.

Yet, just as quickly as the moment arose, Ember's touch melted the fury away.

With effortless ease, she slid her arms around Kellan's waist, pressing into his side with a soothing familiarity. Her fingers traced the lines of his suit, her presence a grounding force, and Kellan exhaled sharply.

His wolf relaxed.

Nearby wolves who had tensed in fear sighed in relief, grateful the tension had dissipated before something irreparable happened.

Ember tilted her head slightly, leveling Jake with a look that was equal parts poised and commanding.

"You might have forgotten, Pack Alpha of Mystral, but you are in the presence of the Prime and his mate. Etiquette should be observed."

Her voice was calm, but edged with steel. It wasn't a request. It wasn't a warning.