BRITTANY POV
*Possible Domestic Abuse Trigger*
I was sitting in the middle of the bed, my back pressed to the headboard. Once glued to my scrolling phone screen, my eyes were laser-focused on my absentee husband. It seemed as though my brother and my mate could wander in and out of my life without so much as a word. I still hadn’t seen Mattie since the meeting, but now I focused on getting answers from my agitated mate. He dares to slink into our room without so much as a hey, sorry.
“Where were you last night?” I shouted in a huff as I flung off the duvet covers.
“Out!” was all he offered, not sparing me, his Luna, a single glance.
“Ryan, do you know what happened at the ceremony last night? Or that the Elders and Councilman Hartt practically interrogated Mattie and me afterward, or—
