I swallowed hard after hearing that, lowering my tone, forcing control. “Never mind,” I muttered, turning away, “you should let her rest. That’s what I said.”
My wolf stirred restlessly, warning me to tread carefully. I couldn’t let him know I’d overheard everything. Not yet.
Hannah’s voice broke the tension. “Luna, I didn’t mean to—”
I turned to her slowly, my eyes cold. “Just do what you want.” After all, it seemed like I didn’t have any say on this.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked to Jeremiah for help, but he only sighed, stepping between us.
“Enough,” he said firmly. “Hannah will stay here, and that’s final. You’ll treat her with respect. She’s family.”
Family. The word made bile rise in my throat.
I nodded stiffly. “Just like I said, fine.” My voice was calm, detached, the calm before the storm. “If that’s what you want, Alpha.”
Jeremiah frowned at the title. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t let him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I said, bending down to pick up Annie’s drawings, “I have to finish rearranging my closet.”
He hesitated again, but when he saw the cold finality in my eyes, he turned and led Hannah out of the room.