Amely

“Amelia, what have you done here?!” Derek hissed, trying not to raise his voice. There were two powerful men walking behind him.

Amely moved away from her target, Marcus, and glared at her father. Her hands were trimming with the effort and strain of punching the prisoners. It still wasn't enough.

“Just what you would do. Extracting information.” She pulled her shoulders back, making sure to show her authority. These men weren't going to intimidate her, even if her father kept putting her down and threatening her place in the pack.

Derek's brow shot up.

“And what have you gotten till now?”

“Just that the woman here,” she spat,...