Even then, he believed it possible all she needed was his presence to back down from the untenable situation she’d created. Her temper, her unwillingness to lower her eyes, and her wolves attack decided him.His baby sister, the delicate and fragile flower of his mother’s eye, had lost her mind if she thought for one second he would allow her to threaten his mate. She’d scented him on Margo, so she had no excuse. When Margo disabled Rayne, Salvatore recognized the fight before him. He struck with efficiency, he intended to put his sister down—cripple her if necessary, but not kill her.If she surrendered, they could still rectify her error. Yet even as his jaws closed on her throat, he felt the pulse of power as she called to her wolves. Around them they all began to shift. Below him, Luciana’s eyes filled with a ferocious light. She wouldn’t surrender. She’d die first.Fury ripped through him at his sister’s selfish actions. His Centurions converged when the battle began, placing themselves between Margo and the rest, but if his nose was correct, they would soon be facing insurmountable numbers.
