Her lips trembled with the words she wanted to say, but she held them in, barely, because I asked her to. Because she listened to me.
I turned my attention back to Camilla.
“This isn’t about wolves and humans,” I said slowly, deliberately, each word soaked in warning. “This isn’t about biology. This isn’t about species. This is about the fact that you walked into my house, insulted a guest, raised your hand to her like a bully in a middle school hallway, and expected me to applaud you for it.”
She opened her mouth, but I raised a hand to stop her. I wasn’t done.
“And I don’t give a f**k what you are. Human, wolf, or something in between. You don’t get to slut-shame her just because you’re miserable. You don’t get to talk about her curves, her skirt, her mouth, or her body like you didn
