Axel smirks silently.

"Axel isn't the problem - you're the one who needs to calm down," my father says.

I can't hold back a snarl. "I need to see my mate," I tell him.

I feel a small hand on my arm and almost growl, but then I realize it's a child's touch.

Looking down, I see Sophia staring at my father. "Daddy and I want to see mommy," she says. "I can help mommy."

My father looks at her. "You can't, sweetie," he ...