Chapter 6
Damon pov
I stormed into Evelyn’s room without knocking, the last of my patience burning away with every step down the hallway. My wolf was snarling now, agitated and confused, torn between two instincts that seemed to be pulling me in opposite directions-one that wanted to comfort my mate, and one that bristled at the memory of Marissa’s tear-streaked face, the red mark blooming across her cheek.
Evelyn didn’t even look up when I entered. She’d pulled her closet open and was yanking clothes off hangers with sharp, efficient movements, stuffing them into an old duffel bag I didn’t recognize.
A growl rumbled out of my chest before I could stop it. “What is this?”
She spared me a single glance over her shoulder, and the hatred in her eyes hit me like a physical blow-colder now than the raw devastation from the night before, settled into something harder, something more permanent. “What does it look like, Damon?”
“You attacked Marissa in the middle of the hallway.” The words came out sharper than I meant them to, my frustration from the scene downstairs still coiled tight in my chest. “In front of half the pack.”
“She laughed at me.” Evelyn didn’t stop packing, didn’t even slow down. “Outside my own door, the morning after I caught her sleeping with my mate, she stood there and laughed at me for being upset about it. I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“I’m not asking you to apologize for being upset.” I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to find some version of this conversation that didn’t end in disaster, though every conversation we’d had in the last day had ended exactly that way. “I’m asking you to apologize for hitting her. She’s part of this pack, Evelyn. You can’t just—”
“She’s part of *this pack*.” Evelyn straightened, turning to face me fully now, and something about her stillness was more unsettling than her fury had been. “You’re worried about pack harmony right now. That’s what matters to you in this moment.”


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