***CATALINA***
“Are you kidding me right now?” I snapped, stomping hard enough to lift dust from the floor. Conry stood like a statue in the doorway, arms folded, eyes narrowed. He wore that cool, unreadable face he used when he didn’t want to argue.
“So you’re doing that thing you do every time—pretending I’m not here,” I said, jaw tight. “How in the world would you make a stranger from another pack your Luna?” I raised an eyebrow and waited for him to brush it off.
Instead he shut me down. “She’s no stranger—she’s my mate, and you’d better get used to that,” he muttered, turning away. He left with a slam that made the wooden door ring.
I stood frozen a moment, chest hot and tight. I’d hit the wrong nerve the second those words left my mouth. That didn’t make the burn in my face go aw
