Diane's POV.
“Wait!”
I stopped in my tracks at his words, but casting a glance behind me at his unmoving form, I changed my mind and stormed into the pack house.
I had been genuinely hurt by his disregard this morning, but what made it even worse was that he pretended as though he did not know what I was talking about.
I had initially considered the possible effects of the alcohol since he had been drunk after all, but I remembered that alcohol did not have that many after-effects on Werewolves. It was all him.
I had already tossed it to the back of my mind earlier, but it was all for nothing as I had instantly been filled with emotion as I saw him again.
My life was filled with enough issues as it is, I would not allow anybody to treat me like a toy, playing with my emotions and to
