× Trix ×
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demands, crossing her arms akimbo. “You think you can just control everything with a look, with a word?”
“Maybe I can,” I reply, her words getting on my nerves. “Maybe I already do.”
I see her clench her fists, trying to keep her emotions in check. Fvck that.
“You think you’re so powerful, don’t you? But you’re just a bully. A bully with a fancy title,” she says.
Her words frustrate me. I’ve already had enough of that from my recent outing, the pressure of the council’s unending questions, the weight of our pack’s safety resting on my shoulders. And now this.
I don’t respond immediately, swallowing my rage. The thought of her barging into my meeting with the elders, her blatant disregard for protocol and respect, crossed my mind again. He
