Beverly's POV

I was furious about Bruce's unilateral decision and the anger burned through my chest. I was not the broken, passive thing I had been during my darkest postpartum days.

"You cannot just forbid me from attending the Summit. I am not a child or your property." My voice was sharp enough to make Bruce's wolf surface in his eyes with gold flecks that warned of his own rising temper.

Bruce was equally stubborn and his jaw set in that way that meant he had made up his mind and would ...