“Wh—you can’t say things like that to me!” I scowl at him in frustration. “f**k you, Austin!”
“Give me an answer!” He growls back, looking just as angry now, his eyes glinting with something I want to stay away from.
“I don’t have to tell you!”
“Why aren’t you healing?”
I slam down the glass in my hand on the bar, making the other customers look up in surprise. It’s a struggle to get my voice under control. “Maybe my wolf is broken, Austin. Ever considered that? Maybe I really am the disgusting, broken hybrid that you didn’t want? I’m not even a proper wolf, remember?”
His jaw is tense, and I continue, my voice sharp as my degrading words pierce my own heart like broken shards. “A half shifter who can’t even access or control her own wolf has no business healing like one, right?”
