Griffin's POV
I'd hated to do that to her. To be so cold. I could still see the look in her eyes as I drove to my meeting. The hurt and confusion that I'd put there. She probably thought I was a real b*stard, and maybe, I reflected, she was right. Something had been happening between us. I just put an end to it before things got too complicated. I might be a b*astard, but it wasn't deliberate. I wished she knew that.
I sighed and got out of the car. This was going to be tricky. The Wharton pack was a peaceful group. Lots of women and children, which meant lots of vulnerabilities ripe for an enemy to exploit. And their enemy, the Carrington pack, was known for its ruthlessness.
We'd had a run-in with them before. We had beaten them in battle and sent them away, but lost some of our men
