The car ride back was filled with tension, Faruk’s anger simmering just beneath the surface. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel as he drove, his jaw clenched. I sat quietly, my body aching from the fight but refusing to show any sign of weakness.
Faruk finally broke the silence. “You didn’t have to fight her, Sasha.”
I kept my gaze on the road ahead, not in the mood to get into this right now. “I could have handled it,” I said, my voice steely.
He let out a frustrated breath, his grip tightening on the wheel. “You don’t understand, Sasha. I was ready to take on all of them, every wolf in that place. You didn’t need to put yourself in harm’s way.”
I looked over at him, studying the hard lines of his face. His worry for me was palpable, but it only made me feel more stub
