the confrontation

Aimee’s P.O.V

Although far from it, to everyone else who stared at me, it was as if I was doing the walk of shame. But what sent an icy chill down my spine was the pure look of rage on Logan’s face when he saw me.

“Where are you coming from?” He’d said, voice dripping with wrath. “Don’t you fucking think of lying to me?”

At first, I wanted to launch into an explanation, to convince him that I’d never do whatever he thought or was told I was doing, yet my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. Slowly, I realized I was trembling and not from fear but from rage. My rage was so strong that it almost matched his. How dare he attack me…right in front of everyone? Fine he didn’t right out accuse me of infidelity but he damn well might have!

Stalking towards him, I came to a stop in front of him. He glared down at me. I seethed up at him.

“I refuse to be an object of ridicule to your pack members.” I snarled, attempting to shove the solid wall of his body away, or walk through him, whate