Caspian
She was standing there. Lulu. Her small frame, that fiery red hair tangled with thin cobwebs, and those wide eyes tracing the ancient shelves like a child caught stealing sweets. Her face paled the second she saw me — but that wasn’t what lit my fury.
What made me snap was her blatant disregard for my words.
“I told you not to come here.” My voice dropped an octave, almost a growl. “Are you deliberately trying to challenge me?”
Lulu stepped back. “I was just looking for a book—”
“You disobeyed.”
The emotion bursting in my chest was too fast, too vicious — so wild I barely recognised myself. I felt my claws sliding out on instinct alone — alpha instinct, not reason.
I grabbed her shoulders, pushing her against the wall. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay safe?!”
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