Chelsea's POV
I frowned slightly, a slip that I kicked myself mentally for, but thankfully Nicole hadn't caught it. As I rearranged my expression I mulled over the thought that both Kian and Nicole hadn't told me this already. They hadn't told me their plans to keep me placated, or told me what they already knew.
Again, this was new. They had always told me before. What had changed now?
My wolf made a soft whimper.
"Please, Chelsea, Let's not do that. I don't want to go for blood….I don't want to make a scene."
I could feel my jaw tighten as I recoiled internally at that pathetic little whimper. Why had I been saddled with such a pathetic excuse for a wolf? I wanted a wolf that barked orders, not a pathetic voice that begged for the shadows and less people.
I smoothed m
