JEREMY’S P.O.V
As I walked down the hallway of the packhouse with Liberty all I could think about was how the hell an awkward, but nice enough conversation with my mate went from friendly to a fight in a matter of seconds.
How is it that I cannot have a simple conversation with her without us fighting? I cannot wrap my head around the fact that two so different people, and beings might I add, could be paired together as mates. How were we supposed to lead the pack together if we couldn’t agree on one single thing?
I stopped walking once I reached one of the guest doors. I turned to Liberty who stood beside me. The moment our eyes met she guilt filled her eyes up, she then hurried to look down probably hoping I hadn’t seen her emotional wall break.
I quickly coughed, trying to get rid
