I shoved Logan hard. “I said I’m not leaving! Why can’t you just get that?”

Logan’s expression darkened, his face stormy with frustration.

“Whether I end up as wolf chow or get bit by some stray dog is none of your business!” I snapped, my voice cutting like a blade.

He opened his mouth to respond, the word “Res—” barely leaving his lips before I cut him off again.

“Save it.” My voice was ice. “We don’t have anything anymore. Whatever guilt ...