My chest tightened.
“If you really care,” he continued, “you should tell her to find someone else who is capable instead of dragging her down.”
That did it.
I shot to my feet, the sudden movement sending a spike of pain through my wrist. I bit my lip hard, barely registering it as I glared at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, my voice rising despite myself. “That I’m not good enough?”
My wolf pushed forward now, anger bleeding into my scent.
“Or are you trying to shove all the work onto Laura?” I continued, the words spilling out faster and sharper. “Or do you also think I’m just copying her, so you look down on me?”
My hands were already failing me, and my body was already betraying me.
And now this… Victor and Jasper. One after the other, chipping away at what litt
