Violet POV
Mason?
His sharp gaze locked onto mine, a flabbergasting look flashing through those damn familiar eyes. But that signature sneer? Yeah, still plastered on his annoyingly handsome face.
I swallowed hard, feeling the span of the years between us. Staring at him was like unlocking a vault of memories I had no business revisiting. But let's get one thing straight-Mason wasn't a demon. No, he was just a man doing what any Alpha would when he found out the woman he'd taken in was the Luna of his enemy pack.
And yet, here he was, looking just as infuriatingly good as the last time I saw him. Same tall, broad frame, unreadable expressions, though his hair was styled a little differently now. Damn, he still had that whole dangerous, brooding thing going for him. No wonder Rhoda was
