“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...