Owen
The second I close the door to Amelia’s room behind us, I whirl on her. “What are you doing?”
The new human I’ve named Sarah flinches at my response, hurrying to put the bed between us. I note the panicked move and relax my muscles a little.
My wolf growls at me for yelling at Amelia. She looks not quite scared, not like Sarah. Maybe guilty.
“I – I’m sorry,” she replies.
I exhale heavily, slumping my shoulders. “I thought we talked about this at the Hunting Ceremony. I want to protect you, but there are limits to even my influence.”
“I know.” Amelia’s voice is small. I hate that I’m making her feel small.
My wolf hates me for it, too.
“Ava is my mate,” I remind her, trying not to let Amelia’s big, nervous, beautiful blue eyes distract me. I am right to be mad, here! “You put
