Ryan’s tension was making Daniel itch, but everything he wanted to say was overwhelmed by the power of the Alpha’s authority.
He had underestimated how powerful Ryan was until he put the full mantle of his abilities on and personified what an Alpha was supposed to be.
Strong. Immovable. Dangerous.
Everyone in a fifty-meter radius, werewolf or not, was submitting to Ryan’s authority, whether they wanted to or not.
Except maybe Aislinn, Nora’s mate.
Daniel knew it was slightly bizarre that Nora, Cillian, and Aislinn had been a match of triad mates, when her son would be in the same situation a generation later.
Aislinn’s face was devoid of emotion as he sat on the bed next to Catra, whispering under his breath, and stroking her forehead.
Catra had been in the throes of another violent nightmare when they entered the room, but it seemed to subside as Aislinn moved into her space.