"It's nothing at all. I'm not taking it personally," Conan said, voice even, like it truly didn't faze him. And maybe that was what bothered me. Why wasn't he jealous? Was he not pissed off that his own mating ceremony was ruined? Was he really serious when he said he didn't want this?
"His mom said he cares about everyone so I'm not surprised. He should be helping the pack where he can, right?"
H
Rebecca pouted beside me, clearly expecting a different kind of reaction. Honestly? So was I. I didn't think he'd sound so... genuine.
Before I could respond, she took a step toward the bike—and immediately tumbled to the ground with a yelp. "Ouch! Ah, Levi, I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts."
From the corner of my eye, I caught Conan rolling his eyes.
How dare he?
"Don't worry, I'll take you to a doctor right away," I said, already crouching down to help her up. But the second I reached out, something in me screamed don't. Every nerve in my body froze, and I hesitated.
