Damien’s POV
“She is not the pack Luna,” I said fiercely.
Claire jumped at the sound of my voice. The man she’d been talking to looked at me curiously.
When Claire turned around to face me, she had paled somewhat, though she held herself tall and proud, looking at me with defiant eyes.
“I need to speak with you privately, Claire,” I said. When she lifted her chin like she might challenge me, I added, more firmly, “Now.”
Her smile tightened, as did the lines beside her eyes. “Of course.” Looking back at the man she had been speaking to, she told him, “If you will excuse us.”
The man nodded.
I turned and walked toward a more private corner, away from the listening ears of the other guests. There was no true privacy here in this crowded conference center, but in this spot, we were dist
