#Chapter 132: The Pack Divided: The Outsider

Abigail “You’re being dramatic,” I said, arms crossed, pacing the length of our room like a caged lioness with a bad attitude and nowhere to put it. My boots thudded against the hardwood floors in time with my pulse—frustrated, sharp, unrelenting. Owen stood across from me, stiff as a statue in front of the tall arched window, moonlight ghosting over his features. “I’m being sensible,” he snapped. Which was rich, considering this was the same guy who practically dragged me away after not getting his way for once. God, I was so done with whatever shifty emo era this guy has entered. He was reminding me of Dad more and more, without the reason. “We can’t go,” he continued, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched like he was chewing on every word before spitting it out. “Mom and Dad told us to stay. We’re not even supposed to be talking about this.” “Oh, good,” I muttered, throwing my arms in the air like I was conducting an orchestra of bad decisions. “Let’s just blindly obey the same