Xanders Pov
I sat in one of the many pack meeting rooms, waiting for Amanda to show up.
No surprise—she was already twenty minutes late, and there was no sign of her anywhere in the pack house. Her scent wasn’t even nearby.
I sipped my coffee, scrolling idly through engagement ring ideas as I waited for her to eventually make an appearance. Amanda was never punctual, but I knew she’d show up, eventually.
She thrived on making people wait for her, like it gave her some kind of power.
As I scrolled through the options, I couldn’t find anything that felt right for Dawn. I wanted something elegant and timeless, but not bulky. Dawn wouldn’t like a massive stone or a thick band. She preferred smaller, delicate jewelry
. The kind that enhanced her beauty without drawing unnecessary attenti
