I look to the tree line and see her running. Brax forced the shift before darting after her. My paws dug into the earth as we chased her, but she was quick and lithe as she moved through the trees effortlessly as we tried to keep up, losing her a few times and having to listen for the clang of the chain on the ground that was dragging behind her.
Catching back up to her she jumps over a fallen tree, the chain snagging on a branch ripping her backward. She growls when she notices my wolf jump over the log, she bares her teeth and I shift back. Tate was catching up and I hadn't even noticed him come after her with me. Her eyes dart to him and I grip the chain that was snagged before jerking her towards me. She falls face first at my feet and I grab the scruff of her neck jerking her head back.
"Now where do you think you are going little wolf?" I ask her and she growls, snapping her teeth at my arm trying to get me to release her. I pull on her neck harder and she whimpers.
"Shift back now," I tell her and she growls louder, her eyes flickering and Brax whimpers scared for her when she refuses. "I don't think her wolf will let her," Brax's voice in my head.
"Then we will make her," I tell him and he wanders off not wanting to see, his tune changing overnight and I knew he wanted her but he also understood if she didn't submit we couldn't keep her.
"I said fucking shift," I tell her using my Alpha aura. She growls refusing even though I could tell she was pained, her wolf's resolve was stronger than hers and I would have to find a way to stop her from shifting if I do decide to let her live.
She whimpered and I could feel her fur standing on end, her body tense as she fought against my command. Having enough of her disobedience I toss her. Tate gasps horrified as she smashes against the tree.
"Ryker!," Tate exclaims as I stalked toward her.
"She will fucking shift back one way or another," I tell him.
"But you don't need to hurt her like that," he says as I reach down to grab her fallen form. Just before my hands go to grab the scruff of her neck again she shifts suddenly. Skin replacing fur and her hands go up trying to shield her face. She brings her knees up cowering away from me.
"Are you going to behave?" I ask her, looking down at her. She looks up and my heart skips a beat when I see how scared she is. Bending down I grab the chain jerking her to her feet. Tate hands me his shirt and I see her eyes dart to him as she looks him up and down. I jam the shirt over her head a little, roughly not liking her wandering eyes.
She looks at me before realizing I am naked in front of her from shifting, her eyes roaming over my body curiously. Tate turns walking off through the trees.
"Keep your eyes to yourself and off my sister's mates," I warn her and she scrunches up her eyebrows. I could see how confused she is by my words like she didn't realize she did anything wrong.
"You are mine, you don't get to look at other men like that I won't have a whore for a mate."
"Whore?" She asks and I shake my head. Was she completely oblivious to everything? I pull on the chain making her follow me. She stumbles multiple times annoying me.
"Don't you know how to walk properly, lift your feet," I tell her as I grab her arm once again to steady her.
"I don't like using these legs," She mutters, making me stop and look at her.
"What do you mean?" I ask, wondering how she was more comfortable in wolf form than her natural state.
"Unnatural," she says, and I shake my head at her words. When we got back to the house Lana was feeding the girls and Titus was sitting on his father's lap eating his cereal.
"Pups," My mate says rushing toward them. I jerk her back by the chain and she falls on her ass at my feet.
"Stay away from them," I tell her, pulling her into the living room away from them. I shove her on the couch and she looks at her hands.
"I don't think she wants to hurt them," Brax tells me.
"Not a chance I am willing to take," I retorted and he nodded, pressing forward to look at her.
Turning, I walk into the kitchen. Lana glares at me and is still pissed off at me.
"Where are the scissors," I ask her and she grabs them from the drawer before shoving them at me. I grip her wrist and yank her to me.
"If you have something to say Lana spit it out, I am over your attitude," I tell her. She looks at my mate sitting in the living room.
"She needs to eat," Lana says, pulling her arm away and glaring at me. I walk back into the living room, my mate's eyes darted to the scissors in my hand and she goes to get up. She looks around frantically before trying to dart past me and I grip her hair pulling her back. She cries out while clutching her hands in her hair.
I sit on the couch forcing her to step back or risk me ripping her hair out.
"Stay still," I tell her. I move my hand down to the center of her back before grabbing her hair and cutting it off to the center of her back.
"Who the hell lets their hair get that long?" I told her holding up her hair I just chopped off, which was as long as my arm and that was only half of it. She pats her hair before looking at what's in my hand.
"You know you could have asked to cut it, you didn't have to be so rough Ryker," Lana comments from the kitchen.
"Well she isn't exactly compliant Lana,". Lana walks over to her and my mate steps back away from her, I jerk her down beside me making her sit, ignoring Lana's glare. I hand Lana her hair.
"Could make a wig, it's that long," Lana muses before putting it in the bin.