Delaney

"What is it going to be, Delaney, your life or his?" My mother sneered, clenching her arms into fists as she looked at me, then at Ronan's wolf. I ignored her and took another step forward, this time not flinching when the big black wolf let out a low growl.

"I know you are in there somewhere," I whispered, looking into the wolf's eyes.

My mother laughed, the sound making me press my teeth together. "Which part of 'I am controlling him' do you not understand?"

I paid her no mind, my gaze locked on Ronan's beast, searching for even the faintest flicker of the man I loved behind...