Mary Ann’s POV
I avoided Modric the next day.
Not deliberately.
At least, that was what I told myself while changing my breakfast schedule so I would not meet him in the dining hall.
It was also what I told myself when I sent Liora to represent me during the morning reconstruction inspection because Modric would be there.
By afternoon, I had moved a joint council meeting from his office to the western conference room and instructed Greta to deliver the revised reports rather than carrying them myself.
None of those choices were technically avoidance.
Together, they formed a very convincing pattern.
My wolf remained unimpressed.
She paced beneath my skin every time I felt Modric through the mate bond. He stayed near the eastern side of the pack house for most of the morning, workin
