Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

"Yes," she grit out, wanting to fling the edged word at him when instead it cracked. 

"We are co-leaders after all," she reminded him with a raise of her brow. How could they ever dream of running a pack successfully if he was acting like a brat and she was left in the dark as to why he was upset? This she did not say - wisely. 

"Or have you forgotten?" It was softer, though still a bite, and the truth of it hid between the lines. 

Or have you changed your mind?

"If we have any hope of leading a pack, working together, then we must be able to communicate. Including when one of us is angry with the other," she pointed out, if only so he would respond to reason.