Aurora's POV
Logan stares at me.
The slap still rings in the air between us. His hand is pressed to his own cheek — not from pain, I think, but from the shock of it.
"Let's get a divorce," I say again. Tears slide down my face, and I don't stop them. I don't wipe them away.
"You've lost your mind."
"I want a divorce, Logan."
"Lost your mind." He says it again, like repetition will make it land differently. Then something shifts — the shock on his face was replaced by contempt. "And go where? You walk out of this pack and then what? No wolf. No protection. You know what happens to a lone wolfless woman out there? How many days do you last?"
"Better than staying here."
His jaw locks. "Is this you playing games with me? Is that what this is?"
I look at him.
I almost smile.
"Don't."
