MARTHA POV
“This is unacceptable,” he growled.
And for the first time in my life, I saw fangs outside of my bedroom.
Which, honestly, should have been higher on my list of possible supernatural courtroom complications. I knew there would be different rules here. I knew blood mattered, rank mattered, wolves apparently had the emotional regulation of medieval warlords when family was involved. But I had not expected things to get out of hand this fast, or this f*****g literally.
I should have been scared.
I should have stepped back, let Matteo and Luca do the professionally terrifying thing they had been assigned to do, and maybe reconsidered every life choice that had brought me to a room where custody disputes came with teeth.
Instead, my first instinct was to move toward the boys.
