“About that…”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said, cutting me off.
“Apparently you do, since you’re the one who brought it up.”
“Because I need you to understand. You can say I’m pack all you want, until you’re blue in the face, but your actions, and those of your wolves, are making it very clear that I am, in fact, not pack. I’m an outsider, even to you. And, every time you ignore me or avoid me, you tell your wolves exactly how they should be treating me. Because, if you don’t consider me pack, the man who wed me and marked me, why should they?”
Her words hit me like a physical blow, and I spurred my horse to move in front of her, cutting off her horse and forcing her to come to a stop.
“I think of you as pack,” I growled. “You cannot tell me how I feel!”
“Clearly,” she said,
