Dex POV
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His mate was stalking towards him with her dark eyes glued to his. Dex took an involuntary step back from the wave of anger that rolled off Isla, considering his options as she growled her question for a third time. He knew there wouldn’t be a fourth.
“Who the f**k were you talking to, Dex?”
“A wolf from my old pack.” There was no way he could deny he was on the phone. Dex’s only hope now was that she hadn’t heard a lot and he could satisfy her anger with as little information as possible.
Isla did soften slightly at his words but didn’t stop glaring daggers into her mate. “Who?”
“A warrior, I’ve been keeping in touch with him since I left Red Moon.”
“Why?”
Dex sighed and moved to sit on the edge of their bed. He patted the spot next to him, but Isla stayed wh
