The chaos

A few minutes ago

Malcom leant back on the bench in his cell. He tried to keep calm, but no wolf liked being in a cage. He didn't deserve this. Visions of this morning kept popping up; nobody had the right to interrupt his mating.

"How are you feeling?" Damien asked when he arrived to meet him in the cell.

"Why am I here ? I did nothing wrong. She is mine."

"She is okay; in case you were wondering."

Malcom dropped his eyes to the floor. His feelings switched to embarrassment.

"She belongs to me." Malcom looked up. "I make no apologies."

" Are you sure? She was in heat. Anyone could be mistaken." Damien asked.

"We locked eyes, and I knew she was mine," Malcom said. "I had to have her completely. I wanted to mate with her and mark her right then and there. I couldn't think about anything else."

"Well...she apparently doesn't agree," Damien said.

"Why not?" Malcom asked.