Chapter 160

Damon’s POV

After the call ended, Damon still had the phone clenched in his hand, his palm damp with sweat.

Ava’s voice had been cold as ice. Distant. Polite. Like she couldn’t wait to cut off the very last thread between them.

But he didn’t buy it. There were so many pitiful little wolf pups in thi...

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