Amelia's POV:
It was dark by the time Mark and I returned to Red Moon pack. Not much words had been exchanged between us, we just rode back in total silence. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but my mind was deep in thoughts.
I had lost my temper on Mark. And I didn't even know where that came from.
I just lost it. Maybe it was from Alastor's constant jabbing and beating about the bush, maybe it was me being angry for constantly being treated like a child, like a f*****g invalid.
I'm pregnant. Not disabled.
I don't know where it came from, but that rage felt good. I liked how it felt. True I felt a twinge of guilt for yelling at Mark, but it was so little compared to the utter satisfaction of speaking my mind so boldly.
We returned the horses to the stables. I remembered what
