“Yes, you did,” Claire said. “But not me.” She turned her head. “I didn’t realize this process would be so involved. I’m not willing to make such a big commitment as this, anymore.”
“It’s for our daughter,” I growled.
Then I realized what was happening here. Maybe she was nervous about the process, but it was far more likely that she was stalling because she wanted something else, something bigger.
With dread growing in the pit of my stomach, I asked her, “What exactly do you want from me, Claire?”
She looked back in a flash. “I want a pardon for my previous transgressions. And I want to be reinstated into the pack.”
“Your actions led to the death of my mate.”
“Yes,” Claire said, “And now she’s dead.”
Anger flaring hot inside of me, I took a threatening step towards Claire. I wouldn
