Chapter 83

• Rose’s POV
• “What are you saying? Go back to the pack house now!” my father’s voice cracked like a whip as his hand closed around my arm, firm and desperate, as though if he held me tightly enough he could pull the words back into my mouth and erase them from existence. His grip was strong, but beneath it I felt the tremor of fear in his touch—fear not for himself, but for me. He tugged at me, almost frantically, as if distance alone could undo the choice I had spoken aloud.
• “Stefan…”