Amely

“What?” Amely barked when they reached the backyard.

“What's wrong with you?” He frowned with a loud voice but then lowered it, trying to restrain himself. “You rejected your mate, a person you deeply love,”—he lifted a finger and his eyebrows shot up, underlining his words—”threatened to kill an innocent person, just to get rid of him, and now act so childishly! You're not the child here, it's Mason! If you're acting like this, how do you intend to take care of him and lead the pack at the same time?”

The disappointment in his eyes was a blow in the gut.

Amely grunted. Mila had a big mouth....