“A mate?!” Hana hissed.
“Hana…,” Castian groaned, trying again to speak. Hana struck him across the face again, on the same side, causing him to face the wall again.
“And you f****d her? Here? In OUR bed! For the whole camp to hear?!” she spat, grabbing him by the throat.
He did not fight her off; did not resist.
“What can I say?” he asked weakly, his eyes soft as he stared at her.
“You can kick her out! You can let her face the test and die!” she railed in a hoarse whisper.
He was about to say her name again, but he bit his tongue and tried a different strategy.
“She is an opportunity,” Castian pressed.
“An opportunity for what?!” Hana snarled, “This is not the plan. This is not what you told me!”
The she-wolf, Hana, was keeping her voice low. The rooms were close, too close, and
