MEGAN'S POV
I lock eyes with Xarion, not batting an eyelid.
"What did it look like?" I snap, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "I agreed to a date."
Xarion's face contorts with fury, and I can see his jaw working like he's physically restraining himself from saying something he'll regret.
"With him?" His voice is shaking now, his anger barely contained. "You're really going to go on a date with him? Are you serious right now?"
"So serious," I fire back, crossing my arms. "Dead serious, actually."
His hands clench into fists at his sides, and I can see his wolf pushing at the surface. His eyes pulse gold for just a second before he forces them back to their usual piercing blue.
Good. Let him be pissed.
He takes a breath, like he's trying to steady himself.
"So Vance is the ‘frie
