​She snorted, eyes narrowing. One hand came down on his throat, using it to hold him as her claws curled against his skin. Not even holding back on the punch she aimed at his jaw.

"Protecting me from what? Being loved? Being shown I still had a pack? What did leaving me to listen to their screams day in and day out do, Derek? What would it do to you?" She demanded to know, hitting him again. "Now, imagine me doing this for the next six years, Derek. Torturing you every day, because it's what you did to me!"