Damien’s POV:
The first thing I felt as I stared at the approaching wolf was confusion.
It was raw, and sharp enough to cut through the now forming tension in the air.
The werewolf standing in front of me was familiar. I am pretty sure I had seen him before in the past, but he was definitely not important if I still couldn’t recall who he was.
My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, and my instincts whispered louder the closer he got to us. He only stopped when he was a couple of meters away from me, and I could also tell that the wolf was pissed. The bouquet of flowers was held so tightly in his hands that the stem had long since bent in two.
His gaze snapped to meet mine, and I was actually impressed with his ability to stare into the eyes of an alpha wolf with anger.
Lily
