Levi's POV
I didn't turn around.
I didn't shout.
I didn't defend myself.
I just stood there in the middle of the ring, letting every ugly word sink into my skin like poison.
They were right.
That was the part that hurt the most.
Then—
A voice thundered across the training grounds.
"Enough."
The air itself seemed to freeze.
My head snapped up.
Lennox.
He stood at the edge of the field, his posture straight, his presence heavy and commanding. His eyes were dark with fury, burning as they swept over the warriors who had been whispering.
I hadn't even sensed him arrive.
But it was obvious he had heard everything.
"How dare you?" he said, his voice low but shaking with controlled rage. "How dare you stand here and speak about my brother like that."
The warriors stiffened.
"Those are family matters," Lennox went on. "Blood matters. And you think it's your place to gossip about them like idle fools?"
No one dared to reply.
