“Niall, calm down. She’s just messing with you.”

“Aysling, where is Rose?” Maell also spoke with restrained anger.

“Oh, I missed this dynamic of the ‘good wolf’ and the ‘bad wolf.’ Or better yet, the ‘crazy wolf’ and the ‘insane wolf,’ because both of you have a few screws loose in your heads. Are you going to threaten me with calling Mom now?”

Aysling suddenly stopped talking, feeling a strong pressure on her neck as Maell slammed her against the column, squeezing it with his hand almost to the point of choking her.

“No, now we’re going to take back our mate and lock her up. Two days later, let’s see who the hell saves your husband’s rotten egg,” he growled through clenched teeth, enjoying his little sister’s reaction.

“What’s wrong, spinster witch? Not so funny now, huh?” Niall grabbed her cheeks, forcing her mouth into a pout.

None of this really hurt her.

“Fine, you win this time. You’re not such cute wolves anymore.”

Aysling relented, rolling her eyes, completely unfazed by their