The car ride was silent.
Not the peaceful kind.
The kind that pressed against your ears until even your own breathing sounded too loud.
I sat beside Mike in the back seat, my posture relaxed, my gaze fixed on the passing city lights outside the window.
For the first time in years… I was leaving the pack.
As the Luna of the Night Claw Pack.
This was after living in the pack for eight years as a slave.
The irony wasn't lost on me.
"You seem calm."
Mike's voice broke the silence.
I didn't turn to look at him.
"I usually am."
Another silence stretched between us, then he spoke again.
"You caused quite a scene back there."
Now I turned slowly to look at him.
"That was entirely your doing."
I wasn't going to take the blame for something he did.
"That was unnecessary," he said coldly.
"Innocent didn't need to be humiliated like that."
I tilted my head while looking at him.
"So your concern is her dignity? What about mine?"
