We should go after him! She begs. I can’t stand it, we have to fix this.
We can’t. I grumble in reply. Even if I wasn’t on bedrest and it was perfectly safe, we’ll never be able to catch up with him. Besides, he’ll only be angrier if we leave the house.
She whimpers in understanding, though she’s still beside herself. I climb back into bed, curling into a little ball and pulling the blankets over my head. I haven’t felt this way before, though Sinclair has certainly been angry with me in the past. Hey, I ask my wolf after some thought. Why weren’t you this upset when he accused me of being a gold digger, or when he spanked me or dragged me out of Cora’s?
All those times were different. She argues. I was barely awake in the beginning, and when he’s been angry in the past it’s been prot
