AMELIA
“What’s wrong?” I held Ryden’s arm as I felt his anger. His muscles clenched against my grip.
“Get dressed. We need to go to the pack house.” His eyes stared directly into mine, filling with rage, and his nose was flaring.
“Ryden?” I called his name and followed him when he left for the bathroom. “Please?”
“Not right now, Amelia,” he said through gritted teeth, shutting the door before me.
Without a word, I grabbed a clean t-shirt and jeans and put them on, and then I slipped my gun on my side and carried the sword. Once I was done, I went to his car started it, and waited for him.
He hopped in without a word, and I didn’t want to start any topic and pick up a fight. I drove to the pack house in silence. It was unnerving and irritating at the same time. Whatever pissed him, I
