Elodie — POV
My first night at Damon’s pack house wasn’t anything less than what I expected it to be. Of course, I had been expecting my first night with my mate to be a lot more different than what I got but instead I got a cold night from Damon. A night worse than what I would have gotten if I hadn't been with him and its not even like I had been living a fancy life before this. However, he had reduced me to nothing.
Damon had left before sunrise. I heard him moving quietly, the door opening and shutting with deliberate softness, as if I were something fragile or something inconvenient. By midday the walls were closing in on me. I waited an hour before I approached the door, when I opened it, two guards stood immediately outside.
They straightened the moment they saw me, not out of r
