"Regrettably, yes," I grumbled underneath my breath, determinedly squirming out of his arms like a worm on a fishhook. I didn't want to be anywhere near him while his mark still existed on my shoulder, throbbing like an unhealed wound that made it even more impossible to ignore the effect Rowan had on me.
Rowan reluctantly put me down with surprising gentleness. I made sure that the shirt covered everything that it was supposed to, before planting my hands on my waist and glaring up at him.
"So, why did you wake me up?" I asked. If they woke me up to get me to make some breakfast for them, I would eagerly spit in their food, consequences be damned.
"We're sending Violet back to the pack," Rowan said.
"How is that my business?" I asked, confused. "You can't honestly be waking me up to tell me that only, right?"
They could have simply left a note, and I would have done my best to escape until they came back. My heart sank as I realized why I was woken up as well.
