I grabbed her wrist. I didn't use my invisible punches this time. I used my actual hand. I squeezed her wrist until I heard her bones groan.
"Listen to me, you little snake," I hissed. "I know about the basement. I know about the jars. And I know about the ritual."
Annabella’s face went pale. The smug smile disappeared. For a second, she looked terrified.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.
"Yes, you do," I said. I leaned in so close our noses almost touched. "I am the White Wolf. I see everything. If you touch my mate or my kids, I won't just send you home. I'll rip your spirit out and put you in those jars myself. Do you understand me?"
I shoved her away. She stumbled back, dropping the vase of flowers. The glass shattered on the floor, and the lavender water sp
