Lionel’s POV
Nan has not spoken to me since our last encounter.
It is painful. She will not respond to me directly. She will not even look at me.
I know…because I barely take my eyes off of her. I take in every sight of her like a man starved of substance. My wolf will not tolerate otherwise.
If we are not with our daughters, she walks away. No number of requests for her presence works. It is clear she is distancing herself from me again.
Only this time, it's so much worse than before. Before I was angry too. It was easier to bear.
In this situation, I am only filled with regret. There is no anger to keep me going. But I suspect she could go on for a while with her justifiable anger supporting her spite campaign.
Her parting words were untrue. Never once had I thought that of her
