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Chapter Sixty-Two My stomach rolled like I was on a roller coaster and I swallowed hard, trying to fight down any lingering feelings of anger and sadness at hearing his name. He had rejected me. I didn’t need to feel this way. But I couldn’t help the pain that I still felt. “What did you want to talk to me about him for?” “He came to see me at the pack house this morning,” Micheal said, the muscles in his jaw tensed and he looked down at the tea that I had placed in front of him. Watching the hot water grow dark as the tea infused with it. “Livie, he uh. He didn’t know about Everly.” “What?” I asked, “but I told him. You saw the text and what he said to do.” “I know. I don’t think it was him who texted you that.” “Micheal, I tried to call him after that and he never answered. It wasn’