AMELIA

　　　 “What’s wrong?” I held Ryden’s arm as I felt his anger. His muscles clenched against my grip.

　　　 “Get dressed. We need to go to the pack house.” His eyes stared directly into mine, filling with rage, and his nose was flaring. 

　　　“Ryden?” I called his name and followed him when he left for the bathroom. “Please?”

　　　 “Not right now, Amelia,” he said through gritted teeth, shutting the ...