Miranda’s POV
I watched a room of werewolves staring at each other, each vibrating with tension, red eyes glowing, mine included. George was the only one not on the point of shifting and tearing the opposition to shreds. His eyes told me he was upset, but didn’t Lillian’s disappearance warrant a greater response? His hand found my arm, softly trying to calm me. I shrugged him off. I was so upset. I was upset with him for letting these strange people into my home, MY f*****g home, without even talking to me first. Me not knowing about his past pissed me off, too. I let myself fall for a man I hardly knew, gave him my everything... waved away any chance I had of gaining my family’s respect... Who was he really? Anger and irritation pulsed through my veins in waves of fire. The idea of being
