AURORA'S POV
It all happened so fast. Jane strolled down the hall, humming a mysterious melody, a tune with a note that sent shivers down my spine. Griselda laid the tray inside the room, then sat on the bed and shuffled through her moth-eaten bag.
Damion stood in front of me, fuming with anger, his nose flared and his jaw clenched.
Grumpy man w***e.
Wasn’t I the one who was supposed to be angry? But it’s not like he’s my man or my mate—he can f**k whoever he wants.
“Weren’t you supposed to be gone hunting? I just got a report from Natalie that you complained of being so sick, faked being unconscious so you could be back here,” Damion snapped.
What? How can Natalie cook up such a story, and to think she was my favorite female lycan.
His chest was rising and falling, and I wondered
