When he finally let go, I stepped back, putting space between us. My voice was calm, but firm.
“No need to apologize, Damon. If you want to make it up to me, throw me a proper anniversary party. You’ve missed every single one since we’ve been together, so I’d like at least one before I leave.”
Surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly nodded. “Of course. Whatever you want.”
Before he could say more, his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, his expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes.
“It’s urgent,” he muttered. “Pack business. Don’t wait up—I’ll take care of everything tomorrow, I promise.”
I watched as he hurried off, already answering the call. He didn’t realize I knew that ringtone—it was the one he set for Serena.
The next morning, preparations for the party began. Pack members bustled around the clearing, setting up decorations and tables. Among them was Serena, directing the workers like it was her own event.
By the time they were done, I noticed something strange—the setup looked awfully familiar. It was almost identical to pack celebration from a few weeks ago, just... simpler.
When the workers left, Serena sauntered over, her smug smile making my blood boil.