7

"You overreacted,"

Annabelle Alistair slowly set down the necklace on her desk as she stared at her husband through the reflection of her vanity mirror while he stood next to the window, staring at his daughter.

Jethro sighed, "She literally wakes my inner wolf."

Annabelle smiled and took out her hairbrush from a drawer now. "I know Jeremiah. He cherishes every moment he has with Ravenna while you do the complete opposite."

Jethro turned to his wife, smiling, "As I know Annalise,"

Every wolf had an inner wolf inside, more like their spirit guides but they barely ever woke until they saw a need to.

Jethro's wolf was Jeremiah, and he did not have the same temper as Jethro did, but Annabelle and Annalise were very much the same.

Both ready to pacify their Alpha when he became too rough.

Still smiling, Annabelle began to brush her hair, ever delicate, ever graceful, just as a Luna would be before Jethro walked up to her and collected the brush, "Let me help, Beloved"

She only gave a gentl