Varen
I was seething. Every nerve in my body felt like it was about to snap as I stood there, my hand still burning from the grip I'd had on Liam's chest. My wolf paced in my head, snarling, demanding that I tear him apart for what he had done.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" I growled, stepping closer so he had no choice but to feel the heat radiating off me. "You think I'm just going to brush it off as a mistake? No. I don't trust you, Liam. Not one bit. And I'm telling you now—you don't belong here. Not in my pack, not in my life, and sure as hell not near Josie."
Liam didn't flinch, though I saw a flicker in his eyes. His vines still seemed to ripple faintly across his skin, like they were waiting to respond to his command if I pressed harder. His voice was maddeningly calm when he answered.
"You're making a mountain out of a molehill, Varen. It was an honest mistake."
