chapter 11

Groaning and growling are the only things I’ve been doing for the entire day. As if I have no voice and know no other form of communication anymore. These women are driving me up the wall. Sage backs away from me as I close the basement door, her eyes zero in on the muzzles in my hand. I walk over and hand them to Kat. “See no more muzzles? So don’t bite me,” I warn Sage, using as gentle a tone as I can muster, but even my softer tone makes her shake in fear. Sage whines at my words and focuses her gaze on my sister. I can see how much she wants to leave with Kat. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I give in and ask the question that keeps playing in my mind. “Kat, do you have any she-wolves that would come stay for a night or two?” I don’t like the idea. No, it’s not just that I don’t like it, I fucking despise it. However, if the presence of more women in this house means I can get Sage to shift back for long enough to speak with her, I can sacrifice my sanity for a greater cause. Kat t