Damon's POV
The silence at the breakfast table was louder than any argument. You could feel the anger rolling off Dave in hot, bitter waves, and the cold fury coming from Sheila was like a block of ice. It was obvious something big had gone down between the two hotheaded mates. My wolf stirred, agitated by the hostile energy. I just wish their drama wasn’t ruining the first proper morning I had with Lana.
Lana, sweet thing, tried to cut through the tension. She took a small bite of her eggs and put on a bright, fake smile. “This is really delicious,” she said, her voice a little too cheerful. “The hollandaise sauce is perfect.”
Nothing. Dave stared at a fixed point on the wall behind Sheila’s head. Sheila took a slow sip of her orange juice, her eyes blank and far away. They might as we
