Sansa's POV
I looked up, and my curiosity shifted instantly to anger.
"You…" I started, fury flaring hot inside me. Irritation followed, even as my wolf stirred, a restless warning I didn't want to acknowledge.
"Get away from me," I said, shoving at him.
He didn't budge. His grip was firm.
"Leave me now," I snapped. "Leave me now or—"
My words were ripped from my mouth as he dragged me forward.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let me go! Let me go right now, Koa, or—"
He stopped abruptly, making me halt mid-struggle. His eyes found mine, and in that moment, my voice died. There was a weight in his gaze, intense, piercing, as though I had committed some unforgivable crime.
I braced for words, but he didn't speak. He resumed walking, pulling me harder. His grip tightened, unyielding.
"Let me go, you piece of—"
I almost collided with the wall, shoved forward as he maneuvered me through the back of the packed parking lot.
