Damian's POV
The dial tone mocked me.
I stared at my phone, listening to the empty buzz where Aria's voice had been seconds ago.
She'd hung up on me.
Actually hung up.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, a low growl building in my chest.
The animal didn't understand rejection—especially not from our mate.
It wanted to track her down, pin her against the nearest wall, and make her explain exactly why she'd been avoiding us for five days straight.
I forced the instinct down, my jaw clenching hard enough to ache.
This wasn't like Aria. She'd been distant since our night together, yes, but she'd never outright refused to see me. Never brushed me off like I was some low-priority item on her to-do list.
What the hell was going on?
I'd raced back from th
