Jasmine's POV
The crisp autumn air carried a hint of tension as I stood beside Mason at the entrance to our pack's meeting hall. Today marked an important diplomatic gathering between our pack and our neighbors to the east, the Silver Moon Pack. As Mason and I prepared to welcome our guests, unease settled in my stomach.
"Remember," Mason whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear, "diplomacy is all about reading between the lines. Stay alert and trust your instincts."
I nodded, squeezing his hand reassuringly for everyone to see. I was getting used to these faked affections. The tension between us was terrible. Mason gave me the time I needed to properly digest what he had done to his mate. I didn't ask more about it, and he in turn, apologized a thousand times before finally giving up
