C92 THE PHANTOM

Derek balled his fists, still having a grip on his wolf, as he stared with anger at the little girl whom he could break into two with just a snap of his wolf fingers.

"Let us go." He said, gritting his teeth, not wanting to dwell on why she needed his mate. His main problem was getting them out of here.

He could feel the distraught state of his little witch and he felt bad about it