Jacob was utterly perplexed by Brent's hostility. The fact that his daughter, Francine, was Jacob's mate seemed to be driving him to the brink of rage. If Brent thought for a moment that Jacob would ever harm his sweet Francine, he was sorely mistaken. Jacob wasn't going to let him speak to him or her in such a manner.
Brent was acting unreasonably, to put it mildly.
Jacob yearned to whisk Francine away, to bring her home where she belonged with him. However, the sadness in her eyes was heart-wrenching. Her father was causing her pain, and it was far from a typical situation. Jacob was uncertain about the specifics.
"Do you have an issue with me, despite everything my pack and I have done for you?" Jacob asked, striving to maintain his composure. He used the gentle touch of Francine's s
