Hazel’s POV
“What? No, you can’t do that, there is nothing such ritual. I am also mated to a werewolf of a pack. I very well know if something like this is there or not, so, don’t try to fool us.” Mom yells as he comes toward me with the knife again in his hand but this time to scrap some kind of mark on my skin. I very know what mom is saying is the fact but I have no choice other than accepting to whatever he is saying for the reason mom is here.
I only know how scared I am, “It is my pack and the rituals are set by me not your pack, so better shut the f*****g mouth of yours.” Hearing him my blood boils as no one ever spoke to her like that and is not allowed to also, therefore, suddenly the anger took over me and I lunges upon him getting the knife out of his grasp and slicing it thr
