I pulled the phone away from my ear to see that the call had been ended.
He hung up on me.
This was worse than being reprimanded. I felt my throat close up and my eyes begin to burn. I knew this would happen, I thought. I knew he'd be mad. He
hates me for leaving our pack. He hates me for being with Luca. Breath shaky and heart heavy, I sat on the tailgate for a few minutes with my head in my hands; watching tears as they fell, dropping to the concrete below.
I couldn't let myself go back inside crying.
Several minutes passed before I pushed myself off the tailgate. I walked back towards the house, using the pad of my thumb to wipe away any tears that were still welling up in my eyes.
When I went through the garage and back inside, I was surprised to walk into an empty room. There wa
