CALHOUN’S POV "Have the affected areas been cleared out for inspection?" I asked, my words directed to the butler standing a foot from the dining table. "Yes, Alpha Calhoun. A forensic team has also been deployed. Your rides are outside and ready at your command," he replied. I nodded and waved him off. "Thank you." He curtsied and retreated through the doorway. "How was your night, tiger?" I murmured, tilting my head just enough to catch her face. She cleared her throat. "It was fine. And yours?" "I'm glad to see you’re in the mood to talk," I teased, my voice a low hum. "Where went the feisty woman who hated my guts?" The sound of cutlery clattering against glass filled the room. Hera’s face twisted in annoyance, but she quickly masked it and continued poking at her food. "My reason for being here is important, and I won’t let you take that from me." Her voice dropped—lower, deeper—a silent challenge. "If you can’t commit to it, then hands off. Return to your pack
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