Lana’s POV
The butler’s voice had been bad enough. Your grandfather has been waiting. It painted a picture in my head of a stern, powerful old wolf, impatient to hand his grandson over to a new, acceptable she-wolf. But then I heard his grandfather’s voice for the third time in that few minutes, a low, rumbling command that seemed to vibrate right through the phone.
“You young people should… mingle. Exchange contact information.”
My heart, which had been fluttering nervously, sank like a stone in my chest. I could see it all so clearly. Damon, polite and dutiful, handing over his number. Her, batting her eyelashes, sending him a silly goodnight text later. A late-night call, her laughing at something he said. It was a stupid, childish fantasy, but it felt so real and it hurt. The bond
