Leo's POV
“Can’t you two just kiss and make up already?” my wolf, Skillz, said the moment Emma walked out.
“Shut the f**k up,” I snapped, my voice dripping with irritation.
Skillz backed off, not even daring to challenge me after that.
“She’s free to go,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. “Whatever happens to her, that’s on her—not me.”
I could feel Skillz watching me in the back of my mind, but I didn’t care. I was too pissed to deal with his commentary.
I stormed to my room, shoved the door open, and slammed it shut behind me. The frustration bubbling inside needed an outlet, but I was too drained to even think about it. I dropped face-first onto my bed, sinking into the comfort of the mattress, and closed my eyes.
Just as I was about to drift off, my phone started ringing.
