Holly Wyatt pushed Silas Thornton, but he didn't move.
She summoned all her strength to pull at his shirt, pinching the flesh at his waist for good measure.
'Awoo~ That tickles! Why is the little cub tickling me!? Awoo~'
Silas Thornton stiffened and slightly loosened his grip. Holly Wyatt quickly pulled away from his embrace, her dark eyes fixed on him.
The residual tension from his scare was still etched on Silas Thornton's face. His jaw was tight, and his voice was hoarse. "What's wrong?"
Holly Wyatt's gaze fell to his drooping tail. She gestured with her hands. "What did you just say to Scott Sterling?"
Silas Thornton's expression visibly stiffened. "Nothing. I just warned him not to try anything with you again."
