Kane
The phone rang for the third time that morning. I stared at Dalia's name on the screen, my jaw clenching as I fought down the urge to throw the device across the room.
Answer it, my wolf growled reluctantly. Must maintain appearance.
"Dalia," I answered, keeping my voice carefully neutral. "Is everything alright?"
"Kane!" Her voice was bright, eager. Too eager. "I was just thinking about you. About us. Have you considered what I said about the ceremony?"
My free hand curled into a fist. "I told you, these things take time. The pack traditions—"
"But we've waited so long already," she whined. "And now that you're finally free of that... that unfortunate situation..."
The mistletoe burned in my pocket as rage surged through me. How dare she speak of Luna that way? Of my true mate, carrying my ……
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