Bailee’s POV
‘He could rip half the pack apart Bailee!’ my father replies firmly, ‘do you know how dangerous they are? Halflings can be volatile, three different personas in one body? That’s a recipe for disaster!’
I turn my back on my father, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance, ‘he saved Travis’ I scowl angrily, ‘remember him? the two-year-old that went missing and nearly got ripped apart by Rogues? Well this halfling as you insist on calling him, put his own life on the line to save him. If it wasn’t for Danilo, we’d have had to bury what was left of your grandson in the pack cemetery!’
A groan comes from the unconscious man, his head rolling slightly to the side as I move closer to him instinctively.
‘Bailee, you need to stay back’ my father growls, grabbing my arm again and
