Chapter 87 The Bases Are Loaded

• Ardal
• I glare at Kadeem, my jaw clenched tight. My inner wolf is like a wild, caged beast, simmering with anger, and it's a battle to keep her from lunging. Kadeem's muscles are taut as he holds me in place. He is staring back at me with dark, piercing eyes - pure vexation written across his face.
• "Did you ever think," I begin, drawing out my words, "There was a problem you couldn't muscle your way out of?" I wriggle against Kadeem's immovable frame.