“I’m not looking for an excuse to kill you!” he snarls. “I don’t know who put that thought in your head, but it’s not the case.”
I stand there, stunned by the depth of his rage.
“I’m not going to apologize because every interaction I have with you leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth,” I finally say. “But I also won’t stand here and have you accuse me of being the murderer. I have no reason to go after this woman.”
“Would jealousy be a good enough reason?” he spits out.
I can sense the other wolves coming from the trees, and I know these are all pack members.
“Jealousy of what exactly?” I say, my tone harsh.
I can see the suspicion in the eyes of the wolves, and it angers me.
“Why would I be jealous of this woman? Were you involved with her or something?”
I expect him
