Rhett
“I think that’s my cue to go.” Ezra said, passing me with a nervous shuffle.
“Please don’t make something out of this. I don’t want anyone to fight; everyone is so on edge.” Pepper pleaded, and I took a deep breath. The air was stagnant and tasted like freezer burn. My blood boiled, and I wanted to bolt out of the room and find him.
“He tried hurt mate.” Letho growled and I could taste blood. Calm down. She’s a newborn; we’re in a heightened state. I don’t want to escalate things if it’s not needed.
“What did he say?”
“He just made a snide comment about how I shouldn’t be here. Since I’m a witch. He can’t be the only one who feels that way. Witches and wolves are exactly fond of each other.” The pungent scent of her mistruth filled the air, along with her anxiety. She hugged her
