Aiden mumbled something, but I was on a bit of a rant now. “And really, do you think Quinton would just let you run off? Do you think any of us would just let you go it alone? Corbin said you’re pack now, and he would know. And you’re certainly Quinton’s pack, and Quinton is mine, so that means you’re ours. So if you go somewhere or sneak off into the night to try and spare us trouble”—I snorted at the thought, because we loved trouble—“then I will hunt you down and bring you back. Is that clear?”
