I can understand why she is angry; I can understand her behavior; Malka is a totally different story. She grabs Harmony by her wrist when she lunges and slams her to the ground. It takes all my strength to control Malka; she is totally determined to rip her throat out. We roar and Harmony shrinks into herself and shifts.
“You will control yourself, or I will not hesitate to control you. Trust me when I say, it will not end well for you.”
She nods, “Now I am going to get up, we are going practically run to the castle because the faster we get there the faster we can tell them about what is going on.” I stand up and stalk off, Cole is on my heels. “Are you okay, you feel off.”
“No, I am not okay, I am out here arguing with a toddler while Marcus is creating a Lycan army.”
“We will figure
