9

I could cut the tension in the air with a knife, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hated relying on anyone or asking for help. The fact that Wyatt, of all people, had found me and called for help stuck in my craw and made it impossible for me not to try knocking him down a notch or two. My anger wasn’t even directed at him, really, but at myself for having fantasized about him.

Kolton rolled his eyes. “I took Wyatt on a run, then came by to check on you. Chill the hell out.”

“On a run?” I asked. “Now unofficial pack members go on runs?”

“Oh, stop. Both of you,” Dad said. “Can’t we all just be happy that Kira is okay?”

“Right,” Kolton said. “I mean, shouldn’t you simply be happy that Wyatt saved your life?”

I scoffed at him. “Zoe saved my life, not Wyatt.”

“Uh, well…” Zoe cleared her throat. “I wouldn’t have really known anything was wrong if Wyatt hadn’t called Jayson. Then Jayson called me a few seconds later and demanded I get him there fast. You would have bled out and died. So, um, Wy