That damned Anastasia! She had charmed Francis into buying her a den as soon as she returned, and he did it without even letting me know. Eight million, just like that, secured under her name! My wolf snarled at the injustice, my claws itching at the thought of her claiming territory that should have been contested. Ridiculous!
I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body coiled with fury, and dialed Francis's number. My voice was sharp, like a growl carrying across the distance.
"Hello."
"Francis, you bought Anastasia a den and didn't tell me? What are you implying with this?" My words dripped with anger, every syllable a warning, a challenge of dominance.
There was a pause. "Oh, but you're allowed to rummage my safe to give Erica pocket money?" His calm tone made my fur bristle. He knew exactly what I was doing.
