Aria

　　Daniel’s wolf, Cole, stepped back looking hurt. I knew that he wasn’t at fault but I was so angry at Daniel and his insults that I felt repulsed at the thought of him touching me in any form.

　　“We should head back to the house and once we’ve made sure everyone is fine, we must get cleaned up. Then I want you all in my office,” Daniel’s father instructed, lowering his head with respect when his eyes landed on my wolf.

　　We took the road ...