This was the first time Hana had ever felt so genuinely venomous toward them. Not even when they had overdone it during their first weeks at the den—not even when she had forced them to kneel—had she ever carried such a deep scowl or such absolute venom in her eyes.
They had truly pushed her boundaries too far this time and fueled the damn mood swing she was trying not to have.
Inside the room, a suffocating silence fell. Kulu looked completely shattered. His massive crimson wings slowly slouched, the sharp steel feathers flattening back down with a dull, hollow click.
He hadn't meant for it to happen like this. His body had simply reacted on its own.
He had been picking up those quiet, aggravating signs all morning that the white leopard was going to try and take Hana's attention away with his easygoing enthusiasm, and his instincts had taken over the moment she said she would take him as her fourth mate.
