"If you try to go against my wishes I will scream." A warning I give to him as I clutch the cake and Kal's present tighter to my chest my eyes despairingly seeking a way to flee from him. A sigh of relief passes my lips when I regard the recently decorated flower arch and the buzzling garden packed with chattering wolves and melodious music.
"We will discuss this later." There is a finality in his tone directing me that I am not to quarrel with him on this.
"I do not wish to," I reply as a deep reverbeating growl of disapproval departs his chest. He finds my obvious disregard of his authority frustrating. If he thinks I am one of his wolves he can simply order around then he is terribly wrong.
