“Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth.” For Brett and Gen??
Genevieve stared at Brett, wild eyed and well aware of how terrifying she looked right now. If anything, it was clear by the way he was staring back at her. He was in his typical warning stance, ready to defend himself, ready for a fight. Ready to fight her.
“You let them die,” Genevieve said quietly, her words slow and deliberate as she let the truth hang between them, waiting for him to deny it.Â
But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
“You know how we work, Gen. You know this pack,” Brett said, his voice matching her level of intensity. “We protect ourselves. We protect each other,” he explained, as if that fixed anything. As if that explained the cruelty of his inaction, the carelessness in the way he had turned his back on her as she’d reached out with bloodied hands.
“You protect each other? Then why not protect them for me? How could you just sit there idly when I needed you?” The words were tumbling out of Genevieve’s lips now as she felt her heart clenching in her chest, anger and grief threatening to swallow her up.Â
“Gen- I-” Brett tried to speak, but Gen shook her head.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth,” Genevieve said sharply. She felt her teeth sharpening too, her eyes flashing a cool golden yellow as she struggled to keep control over her body.Â
“Tell Satomi I won’t be home tonight. And if she asks, you can tell her why.”Â
Without waiting for a response, Genevieve turned away, marching off to mourn, alone.Â
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