I scrub my face with my sleeve and sniff back the tears. “I’m leaving. Don’t worry. He won’t hurt the human. It’s against pack law.” And Killian is pack law. He decides, and it is so. I’m not his mate. I belong to him. Whatever he says. My nails dig into the flesh of my palms. It’s not fair. None of this is. And I’m not standing here a moment longer with humans staring at me. Pitying me.
