Harlot or Hero?

Clara’s POV

I watch as Nolan retreats up the stairs to his office, following the auburn haired vixen from my nightmares, literally. I can’t help but wonder about their history, especially after walking into the kitchen seeing her hands on his arms.. Those arms are mine. It took every bit of control I have to muster the energy to reign in my wolf. Carina is strong and seeing someone eyeing Sabre aka Nolan has her gnashing in my mind, still trying to claw her way through and slice Irina’s throat. But I can’t just hold Irina accountable, I’ll need to find the courage to grill Nolan about her when I see him after breakfast.

Grandma eyes me warily while we make our way through the breakfast buffet, as I stab waffles with more zest than necessary, imagining their faces as I do so. I’m moving my way to the sausages, picturing a different appendage when she finally breaks the awkward simmering silence of anger.

“Darling girl, if you don’t control your stabby behavior, the rest of this pack