Fiona swallowed, feeling a cold wash over her. She clenched her jaw, fighting back the dread his words had evoked in her.
She took a deep breath and pushed down on her cane, lifting herself from the bench.
“That is my concern, not yours,” she stated, moving away from the bench.
“I disagree,” he replied, immediately standing and following her. “The state of your wolves concerns all the packs of these territories.”
Fiona stopped and turned to face him.
“Are you saying,” she began with a growl, “that the other packs have gathered together with Summer as the topic of conversation? I suppose our invitation to these gatherings must have gotten lost in the mail?”
Fiona stared at him with anger and frustration. He was right. She knew that well. But that didn’t alleviate her rage at his broaching the subject.
Landon let out a grunt as he stepped toward her.
