Maria.
Vincent stepped into the room, and instantly, my anger surged. The sight of him standing there was enough to make my wolf bristle with irritation.
I sincerely hoped he had not returned to persuade me again.
He had already made himself clear earlier. He said he would come back when I was calm.
Well, I wasn't calm.
And even if I was, my answer would still remain the same.
No.
Nothing he said was going to change my mind.
"What the fuck is this?" Vincent asked, his voice filled with disbelief as his gaze swept across the room.
His eyes moved from the damaged furniture to the shattered objects scattered around, then finally to us.
The aftermath of the chaos was impossible to miss.
"Brother, my head hurts!" Galen complained the moment she shifted back into her human form.
She winced immediately, rubbing the side of her head before stretching out a hand to gather the torn remains of her clothes.
