Chapter 23

Damon

The packhouse was quieter than usual, the weight of unspoken words thick in the air. I moved through the halls, my mind preoccupied with the responsibilities I had to handle, yet no matter how much I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.

Everything about her presence angered me even more than I wanted to admit. Even the idea of her being in the same place as me was one that I did not want to believe, I did not want to accept nor acknowledge.

Sienna was out of the infirmary. And rather than sending her to her house or locking her up, no she was not. She was moving back to part of the pack house where she once lived. The place that I wanted so much to use to forget that she was ever here and yet my parents never allowed. It was as if she was treated like their daughter even more than their son.

It didn’t sit right with me.

She was supposed to be temporary. She was supposed to walk away.

She was supposed to leave without