But I still hovered, needing to make sure he was going to be okay.
I rushed through to the wardrobe, throwing on the easiest dress to put on myself, then slipped my feet into the flats that were there.
I ran down to my mom’s room and knocked. She let me in, her smile faltering as she took in my expression. I shut the door behind me and went to her, hugging her tight.
“Did something happen?” she asked, and I nodded.
“Wolf politics. They’re a little violent.” I winced as Garrett went for Brax, bursting into his wolf to attack.
Brax sidestepped and swiped his claws across him, clamping his mouth down on his neck, throwing him across the clearing with a feral snarl.
Garrett charged again, and I tensed as his teeth came too close to Brax.
Nausea swirled in my stomach as I watched.
