His last message echoed in my mind, painting himself as the victim, blaming me for his inability to choose. When I didn’t reply, his name lit up on the screen, ringing sharply in the quiet room.
I looked at the screen, my thumb hovering over the reject button. I could hear his voice in my head getting louder with each unanswered ring—a mix of anger, frustration, and blame for not wanting to stay.
Finally, I snatched the phone, the tension thick in the air until I answered.
"Ember," Margaret’s voice came through cool and calm. I thought it was Darius who was calling this time. It was her.
She was the pack’s healer and one of my close friends. "There’s a gathering at the Silver Moon Restaurant. Everyone wants to say sorry. Let’s put this behind us, okay?"
I took a deep breath, my mind racing. "Will the Alpha and Elara be there?"
There was a short pause, and I could almost feel her thinking. "Yes."
"Great. You can pick me up tomorrow," I replied. If they wanted to apologize, it shouldn’t just be about me.
Everyone needed to own up to their part in this mess. I went to the pack-house, where I saw him taking responsibility like an Alpha, even though he was Beta.
“Jaxon…”