I’m trying to peek around Sinclair’s burly arm, but I can only catch a flash of Lydia’s outraged expression before her venomous tongue is back at it, “Well you might not want me here, Sinclair, but as the only she-wolf who bears your mark, it’s my right to begin the hunt with you.”
My slow brain scrambles to catch up, and I gradually understand that she’s trying to take my place in the ceremony. She thinks that I don’t have the right to participate because Sinclair and I haven’t fully been mated, and suddenly I feel outraged myself. How dare she try to take our place? How dare she try to take Sinclair from us? The little voice in my head is in a full on rage, and any logic I might have used to calm it – like the fact that Sinclair isn’t ours in the first place, so it’s impossible for him
