Margarete’s pov
I crossed my arms as I looked at my mate. “I am fine, I want to fight.” I told him with a slight growl to my voice.
“No, you’re not fighting. Until you transition you are extremely vulnerable. I know you can feel it.” He said taking a step towards me.
I could feel something was off but I wasn’t going to let him know it. “No, I am just fine. I can fight, I want to fight.” I told him.
“I am not risking you in this battle. You will go to the bunker with the rest of the pack. You will wait for me to come and get you.” He growled at me.
“I will not sit on the sidelines and wait for news from others.” I told him, anger flaring through my chest again.
He sighed, “I need you to be safe.” He said softly.
“I need to fight with you.” I said matching his tone. I looked at
