The situation was more tense and unpredictable than Clara could have imagined. Normally she had imagined that it had been Dixon who had reacted badly to Fenrir, however, he had been interested in her puppy, had accepted him and in less time than she had imagined had gotten along with him.

With Ethan, on the other hand, it had been the opposite. The gleam in his eyes only denoted a male who wanted to kill the pup that didn't belong to him. That only proved to him that the wolf was far more dominant than his brother, despite his more relaxed nature.

And she was well aware of what she would do if her son got hurt.

To her surprise Dixon got up and stood between them with his back to her and faced Ethan.

-Quiet- he ordered, showing his teeth in all their splendor. He wouldn't jeopardize his she-wolf's happiness either- Clara grab your puppy and go. Wait in the house.

Clara had the hair on her back bristling all over her body.

-Dixon...

-I'll talk to my brother. In the meantime, go get him