Scylla:
"He could have killed you," my dad shouted pacing back and forth in his room while I sat on his bed.
She was right. Eleven. Eleven is growling with tears streaming down his face. Fear thick in the air, but not the kind he gets when I'm upset. The worrying kind. The makes me feel bad kind. I've never made him this angry. At least it isn't twelve. I don't think anyone can make him as mad as deceased alpha Felipe can. That man was special.
"No, he couldn't have. We're mated. It just got a little out of hand,"
"A little? Did it get a little out of hand? I'd hate to see what a full-blown out of hand looks like," I stood up standing in front of him. My father. The King of Drama, ladies and gentlemen.
"Dad stop. I know you're mad. I just... I'm sorry, but this
