C17 There's no escape now, little mate.

IRA'S POV

I sat in the middle of the living room with Dexter and Eros hovering over me and the little travel bag on the floor as they argued.

"Don't you get it?" Eros roared. "We can't trust her."

"Calm down," Dexter hissed. "Don't talk to her like that."

Eros looked like he was seconds away from losing it.

"Can't you see? She hid the fact that she had a wolf from us," he charged