Chapter 13

Deimos POV

Elizabeth hops out of the car and dashes across the driveway at the pack house before I can even get out. I know she feared I would carry her from the vehicle into the pack house. When I carried her across the hospital parking lot, I could see her pale skin flush with embarrassment.

While I carried her, I could not help but feel angry. With each limp of my leg, she kept insisting she could walk herself. I don't know which irritated me more—her concern over my leg or how comfortable she felt in my arms. I had to keep reminding myself that I don't need or want a Luna. Having Elizabeth around is only proving to make my life harder.

Slamming my car door shut, I hobble into the pack house. Hobble. I hate that word. It implies I am incapable in some way, but there is no other word for how I walk these days.

Irritation is still bubbling under the surface of my skin as I make my way into my office. My father tries to stop me as I head to my office.

"Where have you