Scarlett's POV
"Don't touch her!" Leo snarled at his brother, his teeth bared in a vicious warning. "It's my day. She belongs with me today."
Leonard instantly leaped up from the sofa, his fangs dropping as a growl ripped from his throat.
The tension between them snapped tight enough to cut glass, but Leo ignored him, spinning me around in his arms to frantically inspect my body. His hands shook as they ran down my waist and up to my neck, searching for the injury that had shattered our mind link earlier.
Then, his eyes fell directly on my left arm.
He stared at the torn fabric of my jumpsuit, the heavy, dark stains of wolf blood soaking the sleeve, and the fresh, faint pink scar where the arrow had pierced my flesh.
Leo sucked in a sharp, shuddering breath, the terrifying anger in his eyes instantly melting into pure, raw relief.
