As soon as I got into the car, I braced myself. Luna Verena had a lot to say, I just knew it.
But to my surprise, she remained silent throughout the ride to the training grounds. The tension between us was thick, suffocating. I could practically hear her unspoken thoughts, and it made my wolf restless.
When we arrived, I reached for the door, relieved that she hadn’t said a word. But who was I kidding?
“I want to speak with you,” she finally said, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
My hand fell away from the handle as I turned to face her. Of course, she wanted to talk.
“Sure,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. But deep down, all I wanted was to get out of the car and away from this conversation.
“I heard what happened back at the packhouse,” she said. “How your mat
