Chapter 11: Seraphina- Present

Seraphina's POV

-Present

The slap echoed in the room. Allister looked at me with rage prominent in his eyes. “How dare you slap me, you dumb bitch!” Allister’s face began to morph into one of his wolf. His eyes began to glow a deep red while his canines elongated. My anger immediately turns to fear as I see Allister’s claw-sharpened hand rear back.

Awaiting the blow, I squeezed my eyes closed. A grunt and the sound of a scuffle sounded in the quiet room. When the blow didn’t hit, I opened my eyes to find Alpha Callan pinning Allister to the floor while Lyla cowered in the corner of the room.

Callan shoved Allister away. “You do NOT lay one fucking finger on her!” He bellowed, making goosebumps appear on my skin. Why was he still here? Yes, the Alphas were meeting tomorrow after my father had some rest, but why was he HERE in the packhouse?

I backed away from the men until my backside met the hutch that stood on the far wall. Callan looked at me, his eyes still wild and of his wolf.