"Em... How... What..." Patrick stammers, unable to come up with something to say.
"How what? How do I know you have him? Or how do I know you had shifters steal a wolf in the forrest? Or how do I know about the witches? Or, how about how do I know you belong to a family of hunters? Which one Patrick?" My voiced is eerily calm.
Onkle's eyes flame with rage as he pushes Patrick back and slams the door closed. I hear them arguing in the hallway. "Stay away from her, she has fallen to their side and there is no bringing her back."
"Onkle, what if we had the witches help break the spell? She could still be under his spell. If we break it..."
"She knows to much! You think she will stay with you when you are a hunter and she is mated to a wolf? There is no way."
"I love her! We have to try!"
