Chapter 21

~Ambrose~
Whoever did this better be ready for my wrath because I haven’t been this mad in a long time. After she’s tucked into the limo, I go to the trunk and pull out a baseball bat I used to intimidate humans. I don’t need a damn gun. Hell, I don’t even need to shift to my wolf. I’m too pissed off to let them get by that easily. I’ll bash their skulls in if they fuck with me and really show them who Ambrose Crestwood is. Stomping back to get in the car, I’m soaked, and so mad I’m fuming when I slam the door shut.
In the car, I don’t say a word as I tap my foot in anger. Biting my nails, I’m doing everything I can to calm myself, but I’m not doing such a good job at it. I don’t like people messing with what’s mine. Mine? Did I say that?