Clyde watched as Emma’s expression switched from confusion to anger. Her brown eyes were lit with fury, and the muscles ticking in her jaws showed how she was displeased by his statement. Her face had twisted into a frown and her fist was curled beside her.
“What do you mean by that?" She asked again, peering at him with intensity.
“It means that you cannot be the Luna of my pack…” Clyde responded casually, ignoring the apathetic look on her face.
“What?”
“I said….”
“No. No. No…” She silenced him with one hand, and Clyde found himself obeying her. “You break into my house, you tell me all this bullshit, but you are planning to ruin my life? Is that it?"
“You are …”
She cut him off again. “You think you can waltz into my life and…and…” She stammered. “You had this planned all alon
