Everly POV
Archer is right. I don’t stick up for myself. I have no backbone. Well, that’s all about to change. Something about hearing my fated mate tear me down to my face on my birthday has me snapping.
I ball my hands into fists at my sides and clench my jaw, pausing to feel the anger and adrenaline course through me. For a second, I almost think I sense my wolf waking up to defend herself. The feeling leaves as quickly as it appeared, which only makes me more livid. My wolf has been through enough in the last year. She doesn’t deserve to have her mate treat her like s**t, and neither do I.
“You don’t think I have a backbone?” I shout, the strength behind my voice surprising even me. “You think I can’t stand up for myself? Well, how’s this? f**k YOU!”
Archer seems thrown off by my o
