#Chapter 92- Unworthy

Ethan Angela chatters, talking as if we’re already lovers as she eats her little salad. My wolf revolts in my mind, nearly pushing through the defenses I’ve built to keep him at bay. “Moving to the Silverclaw Pack will be difficult but my parents are close enough that I can visit, and besides, it won’t be as far as it is from here to home,” she says with a giggle. I nearly choke on my lunch when my wolf gags in my head. “She is not our mate,” he growls, disgusted, and then he rolls over, gagging again. “I’m going to be sick.” “You and me both,” I mutter, then realize Angela is watching me. She narrows her eyes on me in a confused and annoyed expression. Great. “Did you say something?” I ask, not really caring whether she did or not. I’d give anything to have the ability to make her disappear and make Fiona appear right now. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her before coming to lunch with Angela, but I didn’t miss the hurt written all over her face. “I asked when you wa