With a groan, Honey managed to open his eyes and squint into the partial light. Mandy sat on the other side of the bars staring his way, calmly clicking her fingernails and appearing bored. He shook his head, attempting to clear the fog from his brain. Pain - deadly daggers streaked through his skull, making his eyes narrow even more. And... for some reason, his left leg throbbed to the beat of his headache. He didn't dare take his eyes off the she-wolf. "What the f**k have you done?" he growled low and deep throughout the question.
Her lips compressed on her much-too-cute pixie face. "I don't think that's any way to speak to your mate, and I don't like your language," she admonished gently, continuing to look like she didn't have a care in the world.
Her words didn't quite sink into his
