Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

Damn right she was mad. And his continuing to act like he gave a shit about her was just salt in her already festering wound. Talk to him? Ask him whatever she wanted? She thought ripping his stupid face off sounded like a better use of her time but okay, if he wanted her to talk to him, she would. 

She stood and stomped over to get in his face. You're an asshole, she spat at him. The anger bubbling up in her chest made it easy to ignore the warmth that radiated from him—the warmth that used heat her blood in a very different way. You say you care yet you kept all of that from me? she said, her voice a little calmer but with no less fury. How am I supposed to believe you? Simmik asked. And with the way things are going between our packs, why should I? In that same vein, why did she want to believe him? Why couldn't she just cut him from her life? It was so confusing and infuriating—It made her feel like she was betraying her pack.  

She shook her head and searched his face, losing some of her steam to exhaustion. She was so tired of being conflicted about this. Your co-leader seemed perfectly happy to attack me while I was minding my own business by the way. Had she not been injured, things might have gone differently. Her eyes narrowed. She knew quite a lot about the nature of our relationship, too. What, did you go around bragging about how you tricked me into sleeping with you? She looked away as pain filled her expression. She had come up with this whole awful scenario in her head, and she just wished he would give her some reason to believe it wasn't true. He had seemed so genuine in his affection, it hurt her pride and her heart to think it was all some game she fell for.