Chapter 12: TempersI was yanked backwards with vampire speed as Striker grabbed me, pulling me back to our group without my feet ever touching the ground. Lucas wrapped his arms around me, with Striker and Nick adopting a protective stance in front of us, their backs to me. I could just make out Phelan Walker through a narrow gap between their arms.
“She's a liar!” Phelan Walker yelled. He took one menacing step towards us, but Conal and Ralph Torres grasped him firmly by the arms as he continued to vent his anger. “She's a w***e, a witch-w***e who will destroy our pack! She lives with bloodsuckers! She consorts with shifters! She can't be trusted!”
“Be quiet, Phelan!” The elder Tremaine commanded in a booming growl of a voice, which would tolerate no argument. Phelan Walker stopped yell
