“I don’t trust him, I’m disgusted that you’ve--” my mother is in rare form today, and she is scary even on her best days, and my father cuts her off, which only makes her angrier.
“Solaira, quiet. Please, be quiet. The whole pack will hear your thoughts if you don’t--” my father tries to speak.
“The whole pack can hear my thoughts! I don’t care! You want me to use the mindlink, I will, I’ll mindlink the pack, I’ll mindlink the Elders, I’ll mindlink every wolf I’ve ever met. Hell, I will shout my opinion so loud that every one of them can hear it, so loud every wolf they’ve ever met can hear it, so loud our grandchildren will still be hearing it! Don’t you ever tell me to calm down, Clifton Crescent!” She is screaming and pacing, and I genuinely believe every wolf on the planet, or at lea
