The smile dropped from Teddy's face and he pushed himself up from the sofa. "Don't you dare insult my mother," he said darkly, standing up to his full height. "You might have been my father's friend once, but that doesn't give you any excuse to badmouth my mother. He loved her more than anything and he wouldn't appreciate a friend of his calling her weak willed. They died to protect our world, and you should respect their memories!" Even the most dense of people could tell that Teddy was angry, and angry Teddy was a scary sight. He had inherited his grandfather's large build, and since Vic had teased him about getting fat, he'd been working out a lot. At that moment, every muscle in his body was tensed and his eyes had taken on a red haze.