Kael’s POV
Darius walked in, fuming with anger. His face was tight, his scent sharp, and his mood was storming ahead of him.
“Good afternoon,” Darius managed to say, clearly trying to control himself.
“Good afternoon,” I replied.
Sienna stood from the couch, and I felt her fear through the bond. She was not comfortable around Darius. I could not blame her. The threats and hatred she had received from her former pack members were part of it, and Darius was still tied to that life no matter how civil he tried to be.
“Darius, you are making Sienna nervous,” I linked him.
His anger flickered, and he looked towards her.
“I am sorry,” Darius said, sounding like he meant it.
“May I have a drink?” he asked.
He walked towards the kitchen like he was far more comfortable in my home than he
