I respond, my voice dripping with irritation. “Accusing you? Am I the only one being accused here? Did you even think before slinging those words at me?”
He questions me, a puzzled look on his face. “You left for a reason, right? Why didn't you have Dad come with you if you were leaving?”
I jab a finger at his face, my anger rising to the surface. “I left because Taylor rejected me. Understand?”
In a sudden movement, Timothee grabs my arm, prompting me to regain my composure amidst the tense atmosphere.
The air is thick with anticipation as the presiding judge of all shifters finally steps forward to address the waiting crowd.
Timothee’s intervention serves to snap me out of the heated exchange, reminding me to reign in my emotions and focus on the task at hand. The tension in the roo
