DAMON'S POV
It had been months since I last saw Serena. I hadn't meant to think about her that morning. I was standing in front of the mirror, fastening the cuff of my shirt before the monthly pack meeting, when the memory came back without warning.
Her face. The way she'd looked at me after I rejected her. I clenched my jaw. How was she doing? The question came before I could stop it.
I stared at my reflection for a few seconds before scoffing at myself. I had no right to wonder. I was the one who had rejected her. Whatever she was doing now had nothing to do with me.
I finished buttoning my shirt and grabbed my jacket. By the time I entered the meeting hall, I had pushed Serena to the back of my mind. Most of the senior members of the pack were already seated around the long wooden t
