IVAN
.
Her eyes popped open and she glared daggers at me. I was boiling In rage and I won't try to deny the fact that I am angry. Angry because she always stirred something inside me when she looks at me. Angry because I can't stop myself from chasing after her. Angry because she keeps using my wolf's likeness to her advantage. Tonight was supposed to be a quiet celebration amongst my people but she had somehow managed to make it all about herself once again.
"Do you want me to show you that I own you slave?"
"You do not own me." She argued visibly, while trying to avert her gaze so that she doesn't stare directly into my peering eyes.
"I OWN you!" I repeated vehemently. It was the wolf talking. She was too close to me, and my wolf is too close to the surface. He wants out and if I
