Damien's POV
The moment I stepped out of her room, I facepalmed myself and ruffled my hair in both frustration and annoyance. What in the damn werewolf world is wrong with me? Did I just f**k it up again?
“Anaya…” The name slipped out of my mouth as I stared at her door again. What grandfather said to Paxton was what angered me and sent me off my mood, which made me react badly to her. It wasn’t like I meant to talk to her harshly or do anything of the sort to hurt her like that.
Damnit! I didn’t mean for her to cry. “Paxton, meet me in the living room, now.” I spoke through the mind link, and he answered with a curt ‘yes.’
I looked away and walked down the hallway, going straight to the living room. Pressing matters needed to be sorted out just to relieve my brain and mind of feeling
