“Let?”
Talon froze. He immediately realized his mistake. Diana slowly pulled her hands away.
“Did you just say you would not let me leave?”
“Diana—”
“As though I need your permission?”
“That is not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
Talon sighed. Diana straightened as much as her heavily pregnant body allowed.
“I am not your possession, Talon. I am your mate and your Luna. I am perfectly capable of making decisions for myself.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Because you are speaking as though you have the authority to decide whether I am allowed to leave the Pack House.”
Talon closed his eyes briefly. Fenrir groaned inside their shared mind.
“You used the wrong word. Our mate is angry.”
“Thank you for pointing that out.”
Fenrir huffed.
“Apologize.”
Talon opened hi
