CYRENIA
I couldn’t tell if the heat flooding my body was from anger or something else. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to come to my senses as I stared at the warrior sprawled on the ground.
“What is going on here?” Roman demanded.
I smirked as I looked at the warrior on the ground. He held his face where Kylian had punched him. He had gone down so easily. The only thing better would have been if I had hit him myself.
“You need to control your warriors.” Kylian stood straight as he faced his brother. “They can’t push others around for their entertainment.”
Roman’s lip twitched. “What my warriors do is none of your business. Besides, he has a point. These muffins are garbage. Our pack house deserves better food.” He turned to the cook who had collected herself. She was no longer shaki
