Although, Kennedy had already acknowledged and accepted our mate bond, my wolf wasn't enthusiastic with the idea of her leaving, even though she promised to meet us every day at noon at the edge of her father's territory border.
My whole being was screaming at me to refuse to let her leave but I had already forced her to bare my mark without permission.
Forcing her to stay will only make the situation worse but her leaving will not be a permanent thing and she certainly will be back on my territory by the end of the week.
Her father Gabriel caught my eye as he gave me a quick look as if to say he was leaving. My whole body felt tense and I couldn't hold onto my anger anymore and allowed it to flow through me. I shook my shoulders in attempt to calm myself down from attacking him, especially since he was Kenny's father.
But the thought of using my pack law about killing any wolf that trespasses over my land without my permission lingered across my mind. In fact I could already picture it; I had no doubts that if Kenny wouldn't despise me then I would maliciously rip him into tiny pieces and put them on display in my living room; where any male father figure deserves to go.
Wanting them to be gone from my land I glared straight at Gabriel before threatening him in a hostile tone. "Get off of my territory before I do something that I probably wouldn't regret."
It was clear Gabriel didn't appreciate the threat as his familiar blue eyes turned black, while taking a step towards me making both my wolf and I excited.
We were both itching for a fight and I sent a taunting smirk towards Gabriel as I took a step forward but before the situation went any further Kennedy's mom Lara stood between us both.
My wolf had already pushed to the surface and I had no problem in pulling Lara out the way carefully and pouncing on Gabriel. Just as I reached out to pull Lara out the way, Lena stood in front of me, both hers and Lara's bodies acting as a barrier between me and Gabriel.
The pleading look in Lena's eyes had my wolf slowly backing down, he instantly recognized this woman as our second mother, and she had looked after me and treated me as her own since I was 15 years old.
She knew that I would never hurt her which she constantly used as an advantage.
She grabbed my arm and gently rubbed it affectionately, her eyes never swaying from mine. "Let it go honey, Kennedy wouldn't want you to do this." Her warm maternal voice flowed through our mind link.
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