Amber's POV
"Now, shouldn't you tell me why you appeared in Harrison's territory with such a pale face?" As the footsteps of Harrison and Kayla faded around the corner, Peter's expression immediately darkened.
His deep-colored eyes stared into mine, as if trying to directly penetrate my inner thoughts. "Now?"
I forced a weak smile, attempting to evade Peter's inquiries in that way.
"How about we talk about it tomorrow, and then..."
"It's now."
Suddenly, Peter grabbed my wrist, his face cold as he approached me.
"When we were talking about totems just now, you were still full of spirit, weren't you? I know you're not that weak, so don't avoid my question, Amber!"
"I..."
I closed my eyes, recalling my father's rejection, Uncle Benjamin and the cold, resolute gazes of other pack members, and... the expulsion order that sentenced me to never set foot in the territory by my Alpha.