When Bran spoke, his voice was a toneless whisper. He will break before he disappoints you or fails to do his duty. “I know my mate,” she told her father by marriage. Under other circumstances she’d have listened to him, but right now she had Bran so angry he couldn’t speak-so she could get a few words in past his stubborn, inflexible mind. He was her friend and she trusted the berserker’s judgment on most things. “Anna, shut up,” Tag whispered urgently, his big body limp on the floor where his orange dreadlocks clashed with the maroon of the Persian rug. “Someone in here is acting like a child, and it isn’t me,” she growled right back at him. So his attempt to alter the argument-when there should be no argument at all-enraged her. He couldn’t be that blind, just too stubborn. He was trying to make this about her, because then he wouldn’t have to listen to her. You knew what Charles was when you married him and when you took him as your mate.” “Life isn’t a bed of roses and people have to do hard jobs. “Grow up, little girl,” Bran snarled, and now his eyes-bright gold leaching out his usual hazel-were focused on her instead of the fireplace in the wall. And you are determined not to see it until he is broken beyond repair.”
Bran, she knew, would not really hurt her if he could help it, no matter what her hindbrain tried to tell her.
Not that she wasn’t properly terrified, but not of Bran. She met Bran’s eyes and bared her teeth at him as the wave of his power brushed past her like a spring breeze. When Anna had first come to Aspen Creek, beaten and abused as she’d been, if anyone had yelled at her, she’d have hid in a corner and not come out for a week. Though he made no outward move, the speed of their surrender testified to Bran’s anger and his dominance-and only Anna, somewhat to her surprise at her own temerity, stayed on her feet. Their heads were bowed and tipped slightly to the side to expose their necks. His power unleashed with his temper, and the five other wolves not counting Anna who were in the living room of his house dropped to the floor including his mate. Bran was Anna’s father–in–law, her Alpha, and also the Marrok who ruled all the werewolf packs in his part of the world by the sheer force of his will. Go home and cool off.” Go home untilhe cooled off was what he meant. He closed his eyes, turned his head away from her, and said, in a very gentle voice, “Anna. She didn’t yell, she didn’t shout, but she wasn’t going to give up easily.Ĭlearly, she’d finally pushed him out to the very narrow edges of his last shred of civilized behavior.
“When you tell me you will quit calling on my husband to kill people,” Anna told him doggedly. But only people who were stupid-or desperate-would risk raising his ire to reveal the monster behind the nice–guy mask. No one who saw him like this would ever forget what lurked behind the Marrok’s mild–mannered facade.
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