“You can’t speak to me like that,” Willow snapped, her face burning with humiliation. “I am your Luna.”
Jason stopped. For a moment, he simply stared at her. Once, those words might have reminded him of the alliance he had fought so hard to secure. They might have reminded him of his responsibilities as Alpha and the decision he had convinced himself was necessary for Silver Fang.
Now, they only reminded him of everything that decision had cost him.
“Then perhaps,” Jason said coldly, “you should start behaving like one.”
The words struck Willow harder than if he had slapped her. Her lips parted in disbelief.
“What did you just say?”
But Jason was already turning toward the door. He was exhausted. Exhausted from arguing. Exhausted from pretending. Exhausted from waking every morning k
