Hardin
I can’t quite describe the feeling as I landed punch after punch on his face. The rage inside me was intense, but it wasn’t just because he had punched my dad. My dad was an alpha; he could handle himself but hitting his defenseless daughter ignited a fury in me that I couldn’t ignore.
My brothers began to back off slowly, as if their mother, Sydney, was telling us to stop but I couldn’t bring myself to do so, though. I wanted to keep going, yelling as I continued.
“How dare you? How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?”
I felt an arm around my torso suddenly, pulling me away slowly. I wanted to resist but felt a firm grip and my Aspen's voice.
“Calm down, Hardin,” Aspen said, patting my shoulders. I stopped, breathing heavily as I stared at him.
Dionne's dad, having been k
