Irene and Claire pulled apart, sitting rigid in their chairs. Leaning closer to me, her lip trembling, Irene said in a barely there voice, "What is going on?"
Derek's eyes were flickering, making it clear that he was fighting with his wolf, and it was obviously making Claire uncomfortable, and scaring Irene. "I... I'm not sure," I finally mummered, Crista's words from earlier echoing in my head, though I wasn't sure if they could be trusted.
The entire banquet hall fell silent as a growl rumbled up from my mom's throat as she hit the table, using that weight to push herself up. "I told you to stay away," she said in that growling tone, her voice holding more authority than I had ever heard it hold before. In fact, her voice was so authorative, her aura so powerful, that those around her
