Theo leaned forward, his gaze narrowing. “Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice eerily calm. “The pain coursing through your bodies? Of course, you do. But you can’t move to cry for help, can you?” His eyes flicked to Joyce’s father, who was visibly struggling against the invisible force gripping him.
“I want you to remember this feeling,” Theo said, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. He pointed directly at the father, his expression dark and menacing. “Especially you. I don’t like how you were staring at my wife—my mate—as if you wanted to devour her.”
The father’s face contorted with agony, sweat beading on his forehead. Theo’s smirk was laced with cruelty as he added, “I could increase your pain right now. Your wolf would scream inside you, desperate to escape. But it wouldn’t
