Moe
I step back from Ing the second those words leave his mouth. People's thoughts just come to him?
My back hits the edge of the couch where Milo is still sleeping, and my heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. He smirks, just a little tilt at the corner of his mouth like he finds this whole thing funny. I hate how calm he looks while I’m standing here trying not to lose it.
“If you leave this pack,” he says, voice low and even, “where do you plan on going after here and what do you plan on doing?”
I cross my arms tighter over my chest, feeling a bit chilly as I stare at him. “That should be none of your business Sir.”
“It is my business,” he replies, still calm. “You’re my son’s ex-wife. I still have a bit of say over you.”
I scoff loud enough that it echoes a littl
