TAMING THE LOST WOLF.
How dare he!
I take in another deep breath. The ring, still in my hand, burns through my palm, the pain now a welcome distraction from my anger. Something to keep me in the present and prevent my wolf from taking over. Still, my wolf won't calm down, and my anger only grows stronger. I pace around the living room, restless.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pup. And don’t, for a second think I don’t know why your father sent you here.” he had whispered in my ear, pressing the silver ring into my palm.
الفصول الرائجة