Sebastian's pov
The color drained from my mother's face as if she'd just witnessed a car crash in slow motion.
Neither option appealed to her. That much was obvious.
"I'm giving you ten minutes to decide," I said evenly, my tone almost gentle--the kind of voice you hear right before a legal clause kicks in.
*Finally making a stand*, my wolf growled within me. *She thinks she can keep pushing us away from our mate.*
"If you can't reach a decision by then, I'll be happy to make one on your behalf."
"You're forcing my hand!" my mother snapped, anger flaring in her eyes. "I refuse to choose!"
I leaned back, calm as ever. "Mother, let's not rewrite history. When I expressed concerns about Amara returning to Denver, you personally reassured me. You said she wasn't here to start trouble, t
