Viola looked at Sebastian and then at Javier, whose teeth were bared, he was snarling with his gold eyes locked onto her like he wanted to tear her apart piece by piece.
Though she was fully aware that she had crossed a line by interfering in a matter between mates, she had done it with the conviction that no one would suffer in her presence if she could help it, that she would give protection to any helpless person even at the cost of herself.
Inner peace, one might call it. And saving Sofia had felt right. Had she possessed a wolf and had Sebastian marked her properly, she would have carried the Luna energy that naturally transferred from mate to mate, and that energy would have given her the power to command even a regular wolf.
