My movements made a noise, and I looked up to see disapproval in my parents' eyes.
Being respectful and serious in front of the royal Lycans was a rite of passage for most werewolves, not to mention that Michael was a Lycan prince, and it was disrespectful of me to do so in front of him.
I had to sit back and look away, trying to ignore Michael's touch. I saw Michael's smile growing wider, and I felt very uncomfortable.
Michael put his hand lightly on my shoulder and pulled me to lean into his arms. I had to obey him, and I felt uncomfortable being under his control.
Speaking of which, I hadn't followed the protocol of the royal Lycan family since I met Michael yesterday, but Michael didn't blame me for it. Instead, he acted as if he did. I was sure he was here on purpose to claim sovereignty over me.
At the thought of this, I felt even angrier.
