“I don't want Camilla hurt under any circumstance and whosoever so much as thinks of injuring my baby, they might as well pick the color of their coffin.” I hiss, walking away with Camilla in my arms.
Reprimanding her for putting herself at risk like that, if she lets anyone question her merit as my luna, I'll have them tied up in the penitentiary and tear them from limp to limp until there's nothing left of them. It's that simple, I don't care if it leaves me with half a pack, I will annihilate whoever wants to disturb her peace.
I carry her all the way to my room and set her down on the sofa, she stares at me silently. Is she mad at me? She was the one who put her life in danger, I am not against her keeping establishing strength as long as she doesn't get hurt doing it.
“Hands up.”
