Salara’s POV
Henry pulls Savannah’s tomato red face closer to his, ignoring the struggles she puts up to escape his grasp. “I heard every word that you were saying to Salara, Savannah, so there is no need to hide them now.” His mouth opens up as he growls in her face, leaving spit behind from the force of his growl.
His teeth grow in size, looking similar, but more frightening, than when Daphne’s came out earlier. A shiver of fear moves through me at the sight . Henry has always frightened me, but this fear is on a whole new level. What if once he’s finished with Savannah, he turns his anger onto me?
Pulling up on my legs, I pull my body closer to myself, creating a smaller ball that will hopefully go unnoticed by the wolves in the kitchen. The sound of Savannah’s attempts at speaking
