Carly
I feel incredibly useless in my current state. Caden and I are too small to help Everett, and my chest constricts as I watch Derek roughly handle him. Part of me wants to shout to grab Derek’s attention, but what could a werewolf girl a couple of inches tall possibly do?
‘We could bite his ankles,’ Sephora helpfully suggests. ‘But we would probably get stepped on and die.’
‘Yes, so we need another plan.’
Everett glances down when Derek’s fingers grip the collar of his shirt. He pushes Everett further into the wall but doesn’t manage to lift him. Everett is the taller of the two, and his lips twitch when Derek tries to hoist him up from the ground but fails.
“Was that a laugh?” Derek growls, and Everett’s expression immediately changes to serious. He isn’t a small man incapable o
