Elowen's POV
“It's me what?” He said in a tone so unbothered and his eyes had no emotion to read.
"You know what I mean." I pressed on, because I had already come this far and there was nothing left to protect. "You can't go see Corinna tonight."
A short laugh came out of him. It wasn't warm. "What gives you the right to control me?"
I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn't find the words.
He found his.
"You're not the first wolf to feel this way about me." His voice was level, unhurried, like he was explaining something to someone who should already understand it. "If every one of them decided they had the right to tell me who I could or couldn't see — what would that make me?"
I had seen him cold before. I had seen him sharp and cutting and impatient. But this was something else,
