Age 16
Evan stormed into the pack house, his body thrumming with anger. Riley didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. Comparing him to that? To her first mate? To someone who had hurt her?
He wasn’t like that.
He wasn’t.
But the words kept spinning in his head anyway.
You made her uncomfortable.
You made her feel unsafe in a place she should’ve felt protected.
Ask yourself what path you’re on.
He threw open the door to the wing, nearly hitting Emma in the process. She leapt out of the way, her eyes wide as she took him in.
“Ev?” Her voice was small, hesitant.
“What?” he snapped, heading toward his room, still shaking with the need to do something, punch something, fix the wrongness crawling beneath his skin.
She flinched. “Are… are you okay?”
“What the hell do you care
