i am not your autumn moon

His heart lurched at the tone of her voice, the way her bright verdant eyes pleaded with him to spill everything that was on his mind to her. It wasn't just because of the brief, fleeting romance they'd had in passing on her way to becoming Peregrine's mate; it was also because she was his Alphess, the one wolf in whom all other wolves placed their utmost trust, love, and loyalty. When she asked, he answered. When she begged, his body, his heart, his mind, all yearned to give her what she wanted.

But his anger was unmoved. He still remained walled off, guarded and carefully controlled, tension running through his body like a live wire. "It doesn't have anything to do with you, Hawkeye," he said in a slightly softer voice. He didn't like that she thought it was because of anything she had done. This was all Peregrine's fault.