Philip's iron grip holds my arm firmly as he pulls me inside. I bet the neighbor's saw, now they must be listening.
He releases me in the middle of the sitting room his multicolored eyes staring at me coldly.
However, I did not lower my gaze, I stare right back into that icy stare, I have my rights, the stupid son of b***h attacked me first. And my wolf peaking out was a mistake.
"Do you know what you just dug yourself into?" He asks in a dangerously low voice.
"I don't care," I reply. I see his expression darken at my answer and he goes back to holding my arm. It hurts but I won't say or give him the pleasure to know how it looks on my face.
"You revealed to your whole school you're a werewolf, and the story of you being a hybrid would be out soon and real hybrid hunters would come f
