It's pushed my inner turmoil to a boiling point. I've been torn between going on with tolerating his cold demeanor and confronting him in a bid to try to figure out why he gets to treat me with such disrespect.
At this point, I need an explanation. I need one. His moodiness is emotionally exhausting, and I don't know how much more of it I can keep on doing.
"Whatever you're about to do, don't," Rowan says, materializing behind me. I stumble at her sudden appearance.
"Why? Did you have a vision?" I ask her anxiously.
"Sweetheart, I don't need a vision to know that you're plotting something," Rowan tells me seriously. I shift on my toes and avoid her gaze.
I'm saved from having to answer that when one of my packmates comes running over to drag Rowan away to their table.
"I'm serious, S
