Charles
I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white, the growl in my chest echoing my wolf's anger. Catherine thinks she can just waltz in and take Lily from school after I told her not to. After everything, after every warning, she still does this. My jaw tightens, my teeth grind against each other, and I can feel the rage pooling low in my stomach.
“Charles,” Molly's voice is soft beside me, barely a whisper. “Please relax."
I nod, trying to keep the calm mask in place, but inside I'm storming. I hate that she has to f*****g see me like this. She already has enough to worry about, and Catherine has the nerve to drag all this chaos into our lives again.
"I'm going to f*****g kill her when I get my hands on her," I mutter.
Molly glances at me."Where do you think she took Lilly
