Lucas

I watched Miatta run away from her mistake, parting through people in a haste. Despite how angry I was at her, my wolf urged me to get up and go after her. I obliged the obstinate animal, rising to my feet when Yvette pulled on my arm.

“My Lord, you are going to. . . go after her, are you? She is but a mere slave.”

No, she was not, I wanted to snap back at her. Jealous though I was that she liked someone else, it wasn't in me to leave a female upset. Yvette's hands on me was ...