Kyra’s POV
"How dare lone wolf film my mate!" Nathan's voice was a guttural growl, his wolf flashing in his brown eyes. But I felt nothing except bitter disappointment.
'He knew how dangerous Chris was,' Sylvia snarled. 'Yet he used you as bait!'
I angrily wiped my tears. "“I don’t fcking care who he is, Nathan. He violated my privacy. Stole my personal things and creeped me out. I won’t wait for a chance. I will do anything I can to put him behind bars immediately!?"
"Kyra—"
"You call yourself my mate? My best friend?" I yanked my wrist from his grip. "What a joke."
He gritted his teeth as rage flickered in his eyes. He rushed to the studio and I just watched him with balled fists.
'Let him go,' Sylvia muttered. 'We're done waiting for his protection.'
I took a taxi home.I shouldn't count on him anymore. If Nathan wouldn't keep me safe, I'd protect myself.
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