HUNTER'S POV
I was planning to apologize to Cyrilla for my outburst yesterday. It was petty of me, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling jealous. Elijah didn’t just look like a damn prince charming—he acted like one too.
My phone has been ringing non-stop ever since the news Elijah brought yesterday. I needed to inform the other packs so they could make the necessary preparations in case of an attack. Every time I tried to approach Cyrilla, another call would come in, forcing me to step outside to handle it. She couldn’t hear about any of this. Not yet, anyway.
By the time my phone finally stopped ringing, it was already dinner. I had been looking forward to seeing her today, but she wasn’t at the table. Colton mentioned she’d left the office early, saying she wasn’t feeling well. Eve
