Kian's POV
"She…" Chelsea swallowed, shaking. "She makes me feel unsafe. All the time. She corners me. She speaks to me like I'm nothing. I'm scared to even be near her now."
Elder Marlow stepped closer, watching Chelsea with narrowed eyes.
"Layla has always been… difficult," he said slowly.
Elder Anja nodded. "The girl never truly understood her place in the Whitecrown's pack. I warned Nicole about that before, that's why she was sent away."
My wolf snapped furiously in my head, snarling and snapping his jaws in the direction of the Elders..
"They forget who she is," he roared, his voice full of rage. "She is the true blood heir to the Whitecrowns, and she is our mate. Chosen or fated, she is still ours."
"Not now," I told him.as he raged furiously in my head and I
