“I will not tolerate this, this—disorder. You cannot—” I panic. “Bullshit.” It flies from my lips. He freezes mid-step, eyebrows slowly raising. I interrupted him. Oh, crap. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I hug my arms tighter. “You can’t blame me because you can’t control your wolf.” “I can’t control my wolf?” “Or your males.” If I’m getting exiled, I’m laying it all out. “Lochlan tripped me on purpose. Are you okay with that? ‘Cause I remember having to sit through a bunch of lectures about how only pussies hit females and pups.”
