"Get out."

"What?"

"Get. Out."

I shook, my hands balled into fists as the chains vanished, my hair falling over my eyes. Isaiah stood, not moving otherwise.

"You know nothing. You are nothing but a flee ridden stray. Get out before I decide to make you dinner."

"You wouldn't dare."

The sound of wolves howling in the distance made Isaiah snap his head to the open window, his eyes wide as the sound came closer.

"What-"

Isaiah dropped to his knees, holding his head.

"You know nothing of my life. Nothing about the mistakes he and I have made. If you wish to continue living here, you follow my rules, you respect the boundaries and never pry into my past. Your father and I are not married yet, Isaiah. I'm not about to sit here and allow you to pass judgement so quickly."

He looked up at me, his golden eyes flashing in pain and anger.