In The Fire.
Matthew's anger is bubbling, breaths intensifying. He's starting to lose his control. I realize now how calm he's been reacting since the woods, maintaining his composure. Now it's unraveling.
I frown, my own anger starting to simmer. He's overreacting, or at least he's acting too emotional. A side of Matthew I've never seen before.
"Don't treat me like I'm made of glass," I tell him.
"I know you're not made of glass, but I won't stand here and pretend to support these little training sessions any longer."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I'm fuming.
His voice is flat. "Your tutoring sessions with Tyler are over."
"Like f*****g hell they are," I practically shout.
Matthew growls. "Mia.."
"Is this about us going to defend pack members or just the fact that you don't lik
