Damon POV
The cabin was quiet, save for the rhythmic crackling of the fire in the hearth. I stared into the flames, trying to stay calm and composed, it was difficult to do when the letter from the Red River Pack lay on my desk, its edges curled where I had gripped it too hard earlier.
It was time for me to be mated. The only daughter of the packs alpha had finally recovered from her mysterious illness. I wasn't sure what it was and I wasn't really sure I wanted to know in the first place.
If I could have fallen ill myself I would have taken the chance.
Asher, my ever-helpful cousin, had once again managed to meddle in my life, he had done it this time, with an arranged mating—something he insisted was.
“Best for everyone involved.” It wasn't the best for me, but then that was only
