DEVYN
“I can’t believe you did that!”
Wilona basically screamed at me, eyes widened in disbelief as she stood in front of me, darting her fingers in every direction.
“It wasn't my fault,” I said curtly.
She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest, “Then whose fault is it, huh?”
I felt anger brewing in me as I tried my best not to completely lose my temper. I didn’t like being yelled at or talked to in that manner by anyone.
“Her fault. She asked for it.”
I recalled the sensation of her hand on my arm as her gaze locked onto mine, not a trace of fear in them. It had been ages since anyone dared to touch me like that, and her touch had brought back buried memories. Resurfacing those memories made me lose control, and I had to fight between my anger and my wolf's primal urges to mark his mate.