Darius’ p.o.v.
The entire week I keep thinking about Ruth’s remark, why hadn’t I thought of it myself?
“Too busy with ignoring them, too busy with avoiding them.” Camus, my Lycan, says.
He is right, Daxton and I have been busy with keeping our meddling Mother at bay. If we could stay away from our Mother and Daniella, we would.
“Preston, we need to talk after dinner.” I say, knowing that he will understand that I don’t want anyone else to hear what I have say.
I walk into the dining room to see that our Mother and Daniella are once again sitting at our table, Daxton is standing near the window and the look in his eyes is murderous.
“Daxton, just know that I want what is best for you. You will never find that connection, you are too old and a chosen Mate is your only option.” Mother
