Don't calm me down

Don't Fucking Tell Me to Calm Down

Brinley

Langdon quickly extracted his body away from mine and got to his feet, posture tense and defensive, feet apart, hands out and shoulders forward.

Coal took a few more steps into the room and then stopped, his eyes darting between Langdon and back down to me on the floor.

It seemed as if he was deciding which one of us to address first, and by address, I wasn't sure if that meant to speak or attack. The more likely attack, given his clenched fists and veins bulging in his neck, pulling against skin that looked too tight for his massive frame. A hard shudder went through him, his Wolf demanding to be free.

Coal's repositioning allowed enough room for Darcie to slip around him. She stood at Langdon's side, ready to defend her son if Coal attacked.

Coal eyed her carefully, assessing if she was a threat to him, and then refocused on me. I got up slowly to my feet, trying not to rattle Coal's Wolf anymore than he already was.

Darcie spoke to me but