For the second time in twenty four hours Caleb had no idea why he was suddenly being yelled at, but this time he wasn’t prepared to simply let it go.
“What is your problem?!” he shouted back at her. “What the hell could I have possibly done to offend you, and apparently, your entire pack?”
Ashleigh scoffed at him once more.
“You mock my traditions like they are nothing!”
“They make no sense!” he shouted in frustration. “You are a warrior, I am trying to give you a weapon, a tool that fits your style of fighting. And you’re mad at me because of some ridiculous tradition!”
“Ridiculous?!” she questioned angrily.
“Yes!” he called back.
“It is not ridiculous!” Ashleigh snarled. “It is a sacred promise to protect each other!”
Caleb snarled in frustration, swinging his arm, and knocking over a row of practice axes.
“Why does it matter?!” he screamed, “you don’t consider me a mate so why the hell does it matter if I give you a weapon?”
