Freda ended the call with a sharp press of her finger and tossed the phone on the table like it disgusted her. Her lips curled in annoyance. She had no patience for weakness - especially when it came from her own son.
“You know,” Ruddy, the pack beta, spoke quietly behind her, “it’s kind of rude to hang up when someone is still speaking.”
Freda turned slowly, her eyes cold. “And?”
Ruddy raised his hands. “Just saying. You could’ve told him you already knew the dirty-blood girl.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Freda said sharply, walking toward the large window overlooking the pack environments and the big mountains far away. “Do you think I’d waste time explaining myself to a boy who can’t think past his feelings?”
She paused, folding her arms tightly. “What pauses me mostly is how the girl
