Natalia
I could feel eyes on me the moment we walked into the tavern. The same warm, homey place that had been my refuge for five years suddenly felt colder. Word had spread about my true identity, and the pack wasn’t happy that I had lied to them. I couldn’t blame them.
The usual chatter dimmed to a low murmur as heads turned. I swallowed hard, my footsteps faltering briefly.
Damon squeezed my hand reassuringly and led me toward our table. I had made my bed, and now it was time to lie in it; but deep down, I knew I had made the right decision. Telling the truth had felt like a weight being lifted off of me, even if it would cause problems down the road.
“Four whiskeys,” Damon ordered as we sat down. He looked around the room, returning the stares until people finally began to look awa
