We were yelling. Right in the middle of the Pack House, outside, in the open, where everyone could see us.
“Stop, Faith,” Astor said, his voice dropping instantly to that dangerous quiet tone that meant a storm was coming. “We need to talk. Now.”
We walked quickly back to our own house. The tension between us was thick and ugly, like a heavy blanket draped over the air. I could practically taste his anger.
When we stepped through the door, He just turned to look at me eyes blazing.
“You think you can make decisions on my behalf?” l asked, the words barely contained. “You decided I was just going to step down from the Crescent Pack? Without even asking me?” I didn't wait for him to Rage on me because I was angry on my own.
“ I was trying to—"
“No, No excuses” l stepped forward, making
