Siara
Tears cascade down my cheeks as I make my way out of the pack house. I’m so miserable, drowning in my pain, that I don’t even know where I’m going until I bump into something solid and warm.
Phillip.
He tilts my chin up with his fingers to examine my tear streaked face. Worry instantly clouds his features.
“What happened? Who did this to you?”
I suck in some much needed air before answering, “I did it to myself.”
He looks at me confused, before realization hits, “I take it Mason knows you’re mates, and he’s upset you kept it from him.”
He has ‘I told you so’ written all over his face. That’s the last thing I need to hear. “Phillip, if you dare to say I told you so I will hit you so hard in a place you really shouldn’t be hit if you plan on e
