XARION'S POV
It’s almost sunset. Warm light spills into my pack office through the large windows, soft and peaceful, completely opposite of the chaos in my head.
I’m half-seated, half-slouched in this damn leather chair, staring at the corner of my desk like it personally offended me.
I should be thinking about the deal. About the impact losing it will have on my company, my pack. It was a major blow, years of planning flushed down the drain in a single meeting I wasn’t even present for. But all I can think about is Megan.
Megan, walking away from me like I mean nothing.
Megan, shoving me away when I touched her.
Megan, glaring at me like I’m the monster in her story, her eyes full of fury and her voice shaking with the weight of four years' worth of resentment.
Something cracks in
