(Harper’s POV)
I walked up the path and saw Colton smiling at me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. The i***t really did still think he had some sort of chance with me. His smile widened, and I shook my head.
“What do you want, Colton?” I asked, making sure I kept away from him. I might have warrior training, but he still had brute strength on me, and he had caught me off guard more than once. He gave me a confused look and then scowled.
“What was last night all about?” he shot at me. I didn’t know what he was talking about for a second, but then I remembered briefly seeing faces at the pack house when Elias carried me in. I couldn’t have said whose faces they were. I guessed one was Colton.
“It was personal,” I said and shrugged.
“I don’t like the way he thinks he has a claim on yo
