Chapter Forty-Two
Who Is Tyler?
***Damon***
My neck bristled as I marched into the living room, with Lorana at my side, and dropped onto the closest lounge chair. Outside, I could hear the chatter and laughter of the guests as they enjoyed the meal the pack chef had cooked. Mom, Dad, and Rachelle had followed us in and sat on the cream three-seater couch across from me. Why had no one told me about Steven? The irritation consumed my thoughts, filling my head with a buzz of static flies that refused to settle.
Steven… Where’s Steven? I snarled inwardly as I leapt from the chair and began pacing.
“Damon?” Lorana asked, worry trembling her voice. “Are you okay?”
“I am…” I replied. Then I paused and met her beautiful eyes. “Actually, no, I don’t think I am.”
“Oh, Damona…” She soothed
