บท 175: Ava: A Wolf's Identity

If Vanessa was here, I'd love to talk to her.

Unfortunately, she's not. We're on a plane, and she's still in Blackwood, plotting on how to force answers out of my mom's wolf.

So I look at Kellan.

"If your mate kept secrets from you, even if it's for the best of reasons, in order to accomplish a goal—how would you react?"

"Furious." His answer is swift, and his eyes suspicious. "What are you up to now, Ava?"

"Nothing." Shame twists my gut as I turn back to the window. His immediate reaction is to think I'm up to something, bringing trouble to those around me.

It's not like I blame him, but the feeling I'm left with is…

Sticky. Gross. Awful.

A few days ago, I would have chafed at such a response, frustrated over Kellan treating me like an errant child.

But now?

His uneasy stare bores into the back of my head, and I rest my head against the window with a sigh. "Do you ever argue with your wolf?"