Chapter 277

Joseph's POV "Isaac threatened her with a fucking knife, Draven! A knife to her mother's throat! And he was one of your warriors in training!" I growled into the phone. Draven's voice remained irritatingly calm. "I understand your anger, Joseph. He's already in our holding cells. We'll keep him there for a while." "A while? That's it? He threatened my woman!" There was a pause on the line. "Your woman? I wasn't aware you'd marked Ava as your mate." "That's not the point," I snapped, avoiding the question. "What happens when you eventually let him out? Are you seriously considering keeping him in your pack?" "He's a trained fighter, Joseph. If he shows remorse and agrees to stay away from her, he could still be useful to the pack." "Not good enough, Draven," I said, dissatisfied. "What exactly do you want me to do?" Draven asked helplessly. "Execute him? Exile him?" I took a deep breath. Draven was right that I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it. The thought of someone hurting Ava