Rosalie
“Where have you been?” I spin on the spot. The menace in the words was beyond dispute. They cut through me like a knife.
The shocked face of my eldest child, soon forgotten, as I took in the imposing stance of my very angry mate.
His body shook with rage. Heat, visibly vibrating around his body.
He stood naked. As if he had only just shifted. Doing nothing to cover himself.
His eyes bore into mine. And where his eyes were usually blue, two black pits stared back at me, indicating that Silas was still very much present in his mind.
“I said, where have you been?” His voice dropped to a deadly low. And knowing that they stood no chance against him, Lucille and Estelle backed away, ushering the children out of the room.
Alexander didn’t flinch, didn’t move to chastise them
