Xavier’s POV
For several seconds after Sloane leaves, nobody moves. Her parting words made my jaw clench so tightly that it begins to ache, while Moros prowls beneath my skin. I want to chase after her, but I am still stunned by the way she had just spoken to me.
Did she seriously just tell my mother to adjust her eyes?
‘She should have told her to adjust her entire head.’
I nearly choke on my own breath. Of all the responses I expect from my wolf, that isn't one of them. Moros is usually the first to demand respect for my parents, even when we disagree with them. But apparently, his devotion to Zia has rearranged his priorities rather dramatically.
Not that I disagree with him.
It still stung a bit how Sloane pushed my hand off her and told me to shove it- it translates to this I te
