ADRIAN
I didn’t need to look up the caller ID to know who was calling. After the mind boggling meeting with my father, and the pack’s council of elders, I didn’t want to have anything to do with them.
The Christmas itinerary was still lined up. Charity, Christmas carol with the kids at the infirmary, banquets, alliances with other powerful packs disguised as luncheon. Christmas was duty to Aragon pack.
“Who’s that?”
My lips thinned. “Nobody you should disturb yourself about,”
“So where are we going?”
Finally, some questions worth answering. “Somewhere. Sloane, you’ll find out when we get there,”
Her facial expression was pale, and distant. Whoever was on the other side of the call must’ve said the wrong thing to her. Anger poured through my veins. Who dared get my fated mate i
