"Pups" My mate says moving toward them. I jerk her back by the chain and she falls on her arse.
"Stay away from them" I tell her, pulling her into the living room away from them. I shove her on the couch and she looks at her hands.
"I don t think she wants to hurt them," Brax tells me.
"Not a chance I am willing to take" I retorted and he nodded, pressing forward to look at her.
Turning I walk into the kitchen. Lana glares at me and is still pissed off at me.
"Where are the scissors" I ask her and she grabs them from the drawer before shoving them at me. I grip her wrist.
"If you have something to say Lana spit it out, I am over your attitude" I tell her. She looks at my mate sitting in the living room.