Nikkos darted behind Kaden and snapped at him, blocking his retreat, and Sparta darted from the open side, barking and snarling. The baby was screaming and screaming, little arms thrashing against Kaden’s chest. Ares bared his teeth in a snarl. “YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE INTERFERED WITH MY BLOOD,” he roared. “You and the whole cursed Murphy litter. You mother should have smothered you at birth, you little whelp, knowing what a weak bunch of untrustworthy fucking shits she’d already spawned! If I have a bitch who keeps birthing defective pups, you know what I do? I drown her, and wring the pup’s necks. But your bitch mother washed up in the river, didn’t she? Someone got to her, did the right thing. And now every pup is dead but you.”
He reached out his hand, by now so close he could have lunged forward. “Hand me the child, Kaden, before I take him from your corpse.”