Theo's heart skipped a beat at her words, a sharp pang of possessive panic echoing in his chest.
Ava stepped on Master Moore’s chest, her eyes flashing with a Beta's protective fury as she angrily grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
Thea, no longer interested in dealing with Master Moore, focused solely on Theo. She was filled with guilt and self-blame. Tears streamed down her face without her understanding why.
Theo, in turn, comforted her. His wound was already beginning to smoke slightly as his rapid wolf-regeneration kicked in. “It’s just a shallow wound. I’m fine. Sister, don’t cry.”
Thea’s voice was thick with emotion: “For such a precious young master, why did you block the knife for someone like me, a worthless life?”
Theo shot Master Moore a hateful glare. If it hadn’t been for
