Damon POV
I'm trying to listen to the ditzy blonde's story about a mall incident when a headache festers behind my eyes from Slade's constant pacing. I cannot believe my parents tricked me into this sham of dinner. They told me it was to renegotiate treaties with some of our alliances, but the true motive is to introduce me to she-wolves so I find my mate. I cannot believe my parents did this when my birthday ball is a few weeks away, and I have made it clear I have no interest in finding my mate.
'Dude, can you chill with the pacing? It's making listening to this story even more difficult,' I plead with Slade, who continues like he isn't listening but responds anyway.
'We shouldn't be here. We need to go home to Elle,' he says, starting to claw at me, desperately attempting to escap
