DAMIEN’S POV
The call came late in the evening, when the house had finally gone quiet and even my wolf had settled into a restless half-sleep inside me.
The screen lit up with a name I hadn’t expected to see at all. George. Grandfather.
I was surprised to see his call. My grandfather never called without reason, and the moment I answered, I felt my wolf lift his head. He was alert, like he knew something was up.
“Damien,” His voice was weak but he still sounded powerful, like the former Alpha he once was.
“Yes sir.”
“You will bring Sophia and Ashley to Stone Manor tonight.”
There was no greeting. No pause. Just a command. Typical George Stone.
I straightened. My wolf felt irritated by that command and so did I. Who did he think he was to just boss me around?
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