Ferrara
So, Dean Hewitt wanted to be Violetta's savior. Wanted to save her.
From me.
Fuck that.
Knowing damn well the offer that Dean had just made to Violetta, I waited for the asshole to have the guts to say it again to my face. He had paled several shades, but he stood and nodded his head. "You have to know that I don't mean any disrespect," he said evenly. "My father was concerned that your pack would never accept her. On some level, you must feel that too. If she can't stay here, she should have some place to go. I can protect her."
"Your father has been dead for months. What took you so damn long to get here?" I demanded as I walked up behind Violetta and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't jump, and for that, I was grateful. My wolf, furious that someone else was thinking of
