“Hold his hand out.” I pulled it out far enough, and Ronnie looked at me.
“What?”
“Hold his right hand out now.” My father was screaming.
“What the f**k are you doing? Ronnie, if you f*****g listen to her I will kill you,” He snarled. His aura tried to come out, but it didn’t reach us.
“What the hell?”
“Your dad spelled this cell so that he couldn’t make us release him. He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t be a danger to the pack.”
I nodded and braced myself. I pulled his hand out as far as I could and nodded to Ronnie. He wrapped his hand around his arm. Once he was settled, and he gave me a nod, I let go. I wrestled his hand open, and I pulled the knife from my back pocket.
“Amy, what are you doing?” My father fought harder, slamming Ronnie’s back against the bars.
“Do you trust
