The air inside the pack house became heavy with tension. Luna tensed, holding her phone as if it had wronged her personally. Nadia and Sophia looked at each other nervously, but Damien's expression turned cold.
Ryder, an inch not inched, was slumped in his chair with arms crossed. "So how do we see him?" he slurred with a tone unguarded, though his piercing eyes flicked from Damien to Luna.
Luna laughed. "You're doing this like we're on some nice dinner date. Alexander is not a somebody, Ryder. He's. He's him." Damien took slow breaths, amber eyes focusing on his sister. "Luna, I need to know something. Does it mean anything to you to see him again?"
She tensed. "Of course not!" Nadia, always the peacemaker, was soft, "Then why are you so stiff?" Luna opened her mouth to argue but falte
