Lilia POV

Dane's frown was moody and his energy even moodier. Lilia hesitated to approach him. Back and forth. Back and forth. He must have walked over the same grass ten times. In wolf form, it looked like patrolling. In human form, it screamed frustration.

"Dane."

He stalked toward her, his blue eyes stormy. "Why did we do it?"

"What?"

"Lilia, I'm in no mood to explain. You know perfectly well what."

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