Damon's Point of View
I sat in my office, staring at the reports in front of me without really seeing them.
My mother's face kept flashing through my mind. The shock. The disgust. The way she'd looked at Sera like she was something dirty, something shameful.
The way she'd left without a word after I'd told her the truth.
'She'll come around,' my wolf said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced. 'Give her time.'
"What if she doesn't? What if this drives a permanent wedge between us?"
'Then that's her choice. We chose our mate. That's what matters.'
He was right. I knew he was right. But the thought of losing my mother, of having to choose between her and Sera—
Both were important to me. Both mattered. But they couldn't exist peacefully in the same space, not with my mother's cur
