Malia
“Like hell I’m not going!” was the first thing Ty yelled when I walked in the front door of our house. He’d obviously heard my thoughts as I’d driven home. The entire conversation I’d just had with my grandmother had entirely consumed my mind, and really there was no good way to explain this to him. Ty’s over protective wolf instincts were raging as I set down my coat and bag at the front door then turned to face him. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he scowled at me, his arms folded over his chest.
“Ty you can’t come,” I sighed but he only growled in response. His wolf clearly coming forwards and entirely on edge at the idea of me going to this tea. Although I couldn’t blame him, my invitation had showed up on our doorstep attached to a bloody arrow which was definitely
