Celeste gave me a surprised look, and after a deep breath, gave a small nod. “Thank you,” she said quietly, pausing long enough to wipe her face once more.
Giving herself a shake, she finally moved past me, walking toward her ex-fiancé. She knelt down to where he’d propped himself up and gingerly checked his head. I frowned as my wolf growled, discomfort seeping back in.
I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. I am not owned by my wolf. I am not Lyka.
They were murmuring, but I chose not to listen and simply strode over. The young man flinched, and Celeste glared over her shoulder at me. I ignored both looks and squatted down next to them.
“Is he all right?” I asked my mate, not sure I could trust myself with speaking to the man.
“Just shaken,” she said slowly. I had to shove down
