I had to do my best to not show fear.
The very thought of my mom being put at risk over something that had nothing to do with her was enough to cause my anger and stress levels to rise.
I fought to keep my voice as even as possible even though I wanted nothing more than to hurl myself over the table and claw the b***h’s eyes out. The wolf inside of me was simmering with rage.
I could feel it pacing and thrashing beneath the surface, wanting to come out.
“Really? You’d go after my mother?”
Cecilia offered a mockingly sweet smile and clicked her nails against the wooden table.
“You haven’t left me with much of a choice, you see,” she hummed. “I think I’ve been rather patient...I proposed the idea to Arthur weeks ago. There’s no reason why he, of all people, wouldn’t jump at the op
