Damon's Point of View
I try to focus on work, I really do but every time I look down at the paperwork on my desk, all I see is Ava.
How hurt she looked this morning.
How she walked away from me.
The way she was looking at me as I was leaving the house...
Happy birthday, beautiful.
The words keep repeating themselves in my head and I curse under my breath, shoving the file I have been staring at away from me.
Hours have passed since I left the house, but nothing has gotten easier, if anything, it has gotten worse.
I tried to train in the gym but that didn't help, then I thought maybe getting into pack business would help, but clearly, that hasn't worked either.
You should have talked to her. You should have apologized.
My wolf says, but I ignore him
After a few seconds he growls
