Holly Wyatt pursed her lips, reached out to grab Silas Thornton's wrist, and shook her head.
'Hmph! Why is my cub even protecting this punk?! Aaaargh! This is so annoying! My cub barely even knows him!'
Finn Shepherd felt the restraint on him vanish and stared in disbelief at Silas Thornton's thunderous face.
How bizarre.
In the past, the whole process wasn't complete until Silas Thornton had thrown him into the dirt. He thought he was destined for a similar fate in some backyard today, but all he got was his mouth covered?
Did Silas Thornton really let him off this easily?
Finn Shepherd's eyes flickered, his gaze falling on Silas Thornton's hand.
A small, fair hand was now on top of it. It was Holly Wyatt's.
He looked up slightly, his eyes following that hand up to stare intently at Holly Wyatt's face, which still had a hint of baby fat.
Her thick, straight bangs covered half her eyes, but they couldn't hide the serious expression on her face.
