I saw a storm of emotion in Aleks’ eyes as he stared across at me.
He was angry, and humiliated, and ashamed, and hurt, and a hundred other things which were exclusively negative. I think he had convinced himself that I was a bad person and that I had actively chosen to lead him on and then embarrass him for my own amusement.
He thought that I was cruel enough that I would actively choose to lead him on, and telling him anything else wasn’t going to convince him of the truth.
He was still trembling, but it was not through fear anymore; he was angry. A spoiled, angry boy who had just been shown up in front of his pack.
I knew that he was considering attacking me, and I think the only reason he hadn’t is that he didn’t want the others to see me as a white wolf. It would mean they paid m
