Daniel balled his fists in anger at the question thrown to him by Raul.

He darted glances between I and Raul as if we were both joining hands to attack him. Gabriella left his side, as if she was afraid that he might get insane, and walked to my side.

Daniel, noticing this, gritted his teeth, before freeing his hands.

“Good boy. Good that you noticed that this is not your living room, or your pack, or the school where students lived for drama. Now what do you want?” Raul asked, causing my eyes to widen in surprise.

Was the boy courting death? I wondered, folding my arms across my...