~Xyana~
"Tell your wolf to speak to us." Dion requests.
My breathing gets heavier as I look between them panickedly. “I can’t force her to speak. She does as she wishes.” I whisper, my voice failing me as I see Dion marching closer, reducing the little air that is barely in the room.
I turn to Clifton; he's staring at me but doesn't say a word. Anger bubbles up in me, but it is soon replaced by despair when Declan speaks; “It's unheard of that a wolf is forced to talk to her mate. She should be purring automatically when she sees us.” He turns me around to face him and orders, "tell your wolf to speak to us."
‘Juno, please.’ I beg her in my head as my Mates seem to agree in unison.
But she doesn’t answer me. Instead, she's dancing, mocking me. She knows Clifton will hear her if she
