Chapter 46

Alaria

I was shaking.

Not from fear. Not from grief.

From pure, unfiltered rage.

And that was not something that I liked about myself. To be angry, to be raging, to look at myself like I was less. I hated it. And I knew that the big part about it, the worst part about it was the fact that he was the reason…

I stormed down the garden path, barely registering the way gravel cracked beneath my boots or how the wind whipped my hair around my face. I did not even look at the pack members who looked at me, surprised to see me and annoyed angry or even raging, I was rarely ever seen that way. The woman who was always controlled, the woman who always had everything together and now seemed to be walking, fighting the urge to scream at everything that passed in her way.

My fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. If I didn’t move, if I didn’t get away from everything, I was going to do something that I knew that I was going to regret.