Defiant Chatter

“Okay, hold on, so you’re saying my father must have taken your blood and used it in a serum on me, and that’s why you are here, in my head?”

The wolf turned and nodded, “Yes, to put it simply.”

Tarrin stood and started pacing. “I mean, if this was some fairytale, sure, I could believe it. But the science says you are a disease, a mutation constantly fighting to take over.”

If wolves could shrug, this one would have.

“Maybe that is what I am, a mutation, but it’s straightforward. Who do you think would win if you and I were stuck in a box, fighting to get out?”

Tarrin eyed him before stomping and heading back the way they came.

“We are done here. You won’t be getting out of anything or taking it over. That’s a fact,” he snapped and then stopped, looking back at the wolf, “and another thing, don’t you ever, EVER, lay my hands on Josey again. She’s scared of me now because of you!”

The wolf suddenly fell back, rolling with laughter.

“Ha, you think you can stop me? Good luck. The