Chapter 43

• [Sylvester]
• A raging tornado, Apple storms through the door, her fists clenched and her heart beating so rapidly that I can see her pulse beating along her neck. Her scent is so strong that it almost blows me back. She hardly smells like me at all right now, her own scent burning through so strongly that if I didn't know she was human, I'd almost mistake her for an alpha.
• She's never this vocal or intense with her anger. She's usually more of a gentle breeze than a tornado. Something big must have happened to rile her up.