Krimson’s P.O.V
I stared at the closed door, a growl escaping my lips without my conscious effort.
I hadn't meant to…but I hadn't been able to keep the harshness out of my voice after.
But at the same time, I couldn’t help it. Lilac was an errant child who only acted like the docile little mouse with everyone else but with me. The pack may know her as the helpless charity case that never stood up for herself…but they never knew her like I did. They never saw the defiance, the fire in her eyes that made her different from everyone else.
But it was also this very defiance that made me want to rip my hairs out and growl in anger.
The sound of plates being placed on the glass table brought my attention back to the present and I turned to face a worried looking Melody, who was looking at the closed doors to the house with concern in her eyes.