“You. Are. Not. Going.” Seth growls at me, his eyes darkening, a sure sign he’s trying to hold back his wolf.
“You are not going to tell me what to do here.” I jump to my feet, yelling back at him as intimidatingly as I can, though it’s probably not much as he looks down upon me. “It’s not your decision to make.”
"I'm not letting you go!" he bellows, clearly becoming more angry. "What if you get hurt?!"
"I'm already hurt!" I screech, holding my injured hand mere centimeters from his face. "I'm just trying to fix it!"
“Molly.” Seth says lowly, his voice laced with danger. We’re standing facing each other now in the middle of my living room, his hands balled at his sides, mine on my hips. Honestly, I probably look absolutely ridiculous, at least a foot shorter than one of the strong
