Thomas found Damian on the rooftop, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The ground around him was littered with stubs, smoke curling in the air, making him look like he might dissolve into the haze.
Thomas's brow furrowed hard as he approached, his voice heavy. "When are you and Brielle gonna form that sacred bond? You've got the whole pack talking, but you're dragging your feet. No date set yet?"
Damian's eyes narrowed, his face still sharp and cold, but a faint flicker of confusion passed through his gaze. After a long pause, he rasped, "We'll see."
"We'll see!?" Thomas's face darkened with frustration. "I didn't say anything when you let Emily walk, but Kathleen's wish was for you to be happy, to build a life. If you're still hung up on her, Kathleen's spirit won't rest, and I won't
