292-My Little Sister

Sawyer:

"How did you—" Matt stammered, gulping as he quickly stepped away from the bed. He had been stabbing her palms to make her cry and scream.

"What the fuck are you?" he shouted, his voice shaking as he stared at my wolf form.

Was he talking to my wolf? His steps faltered as he backed toward the window. It was too high for him to jump, but I wasn’t going to let him take the easy way out. A fall from that height wouldn’t kill him—he’d heal, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.

As I cornered him, Louis arrived. He had quickly shifted back to human form, ready to take care of Payton. While Louis untied her hands and wrapped her in his arms, comforting her, I steadily advanced toward Matt.

"Your sister wasn’t a saint," Payton began, her voice trembling but determined, as I ensured Matt had no room to escape. I positioned myself between him and the window, cutting off any chance he had of jumping.

"She killed her former boss when he caught her stealing money," Payton continued. "And