"Just a secretary," I said flatly, though the words tasted like a lie.
Soren growled again in my mind.
[Liar,] he said. [She's our mate.]
I didn't answer. I ended the call without another word.
For a moment, I stood still, staring at my reflection in the window.
My eyes were tight. My jaw was clenched.
I looked… conflicted. And I hated that.
I pulled out my phone and called the head of my private security team.
"I need a protection unit near the Blood Moon Pack's house," I said.
"Keep it discreet, but make sure it's effective. The target is Cecilia Moore. If anything's off—anything at all—you act immediately."
I ended the call and slipped the phone back into my pocket.
That stubborn woman.
Why the hell can't she stay safe—for once?
Cecilia's pov
When I arrived
