Parisa's POV
Uh oh.
I wasn't expecting this turn of events.
Dad growled as his claws extended, Sampson was in control, and I didn't quite understand Sampson like I did, dad. Mama was the one who calmed him down, and she was far from here. The thought of her coming down here was out of my mind; she hates basements, and for a good reason.
"Dad!" I yelled, but his shorts began to rip as his hindquarters sprouted hair. Dad was trying to hold Sampson back but to no avail. Hades was a god; I wasn't worried for Hades, just dad's sake. Hades wouldn't really hurt him, rough him up a bit, maybe, but who wants to bring that up at the next holiday party?
"Dad!" I pulled on the silver bars; even if they weren't burning me like an average wolf, it was still strong. Michael's eyes narrowed at Hades;
