Putting Plans into Motion

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Amanda did not come out of the bedroom for her lemon tea. Heath stood in the kitchen drinking his smoothy, his eyes on the steaming cup and his stomach churning with rage. He finished his breakfast, rinsing and stacking the cup into the dishwasher, before pouring the tea down the sink and adding the cup.

He took out his phone and messaged Rhett to pick him up for school.

Charlie came out of the bedroom, straightening his tie, closing the door behind him, as Heath passed through the hallway and father and son’s gazes met, the glare of their wolves rising liquid oil in their eyes.

“Does it make you feel big?” Heath hissed at his father. “Does it make you feel powerful to beat mum, to treat her like shit? How can you do that to your mate?”

“You’re just a pup still,” Charlie sneered back. “When you are a man with a mate of your own, you will understand that women need to be kept in their place, taught to be obedient, to be controlled.”

“I’ll never raise my ha