If he wanted to really know what that felt like, I would be happy to show him.
“You didn’t warn us your brat was feral,” Tony growled. “If you had done what you were supposed to and married a woman of good breeding, maybe you wouldn’t have a child that was so wild.”
“Keep talking,” I said in response, my voice low. Inside my wolf through itself against the walls of my mind, begging to take control. “See where it gets you.”
“Both of you, stop this,” said Uncle Peter, but Tony and I both ignored him.
“You should have married Olivia,” Tony said. “Then we wouldn’t be in this mess at all.”
“Olivia?” I repeated with disgust. The absurdity of this claim drew my attention away from my anger for a moment. “Have you had your head in the sand, cousin? Do you have any idea what that woman did beh
