#Chapter9
/"Pups/" My mate says moving toward them. I jerk her back by the chain and she falls on her arse.
/"Stay away from them/" I tell her, pulling her into the living room away from them. I shove her on the couch and she looks at her hands.
/"I don’t think she wants to hurt them,/" Brax tells me.
/"Not a chance I am willing to take/" I retorted and he nodded, pressing forward to look at her.
Turning I walk into the kitchen. Lana glares at me and is still pissed off at me.
/"Where are the scissors/" I ask her and she grabs them from the drawer before shoving them at me. I grip her wrist.
/"If you have something to say Lana spit it out, I am over your attitude/" I tell her. She looks at my mate sitting in the living room.
