Playing with Fire

I watch as Seryna leaps off the patio banister and shifts, flying away.

"Dammit!"

"Would you really take me from her?" I hear a soft voice behind me. I whip around, and in two steps, I'm in front of my daughter, kneeling down so I'm at her eye level.

"Baby girl, I would never take you from your mother. But you both belong with me. You are my daughter; she is my mate, and we should be together."