NARRATOR

Everyone was asking themselves the same thing.

What kind of tangled mess was this?

When Fenrir stepped forward, Magnus did the same and grabbed his female, pushing her dominantly against his chest.

"She’s mine, Fenrir. I marked her," he told him with a seriousness he’d never used with him before.

"Magnus, what are you doing? Let me go…" Hannah struggled a little.

"No." His aura started to turn dangerous. "You’re newly marked; I don’t like you being close to another male, even if he’s my brother."

He declared it, and his sharp eyes fixed on Fenrir. They had always been one, but in this, Magnus wasn’t willing to share.

"I’m sorry, brother, but I can’t hand over my mate."

"What the hell are you talking about, Magnus?!" Hannah was getting impatient and Abigail’s head was a mess.

"Hold on, hold on, how is my sister your mate? Wasn’t she Fenrir’s mate?" Abigail pointed over her shoulder.

"What? Of course she’s not my mate! My male is Magnus," Hannah clarified right away.

The scene