Tyler's POV
I watched Danielle as she slept, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the serene expression on her face. It was an odd mix of vulnerability and strength, and I couldn't deny the flicker of something stirring within me. I scoffed at the thought, dismissing it as the lingering effects of our mate bond. After all, I wasn't one to entertain romantic notions, especially not with someone like her.
My phone buzzed, shattering the quiet of the motel room. Dahlia's name flashed on the screen, and I hesitated before answering. "What do you want?" I muttered, keeping my voice low as I stepped out, closing the door behind me.
"Danielle is with you, isn't she?" Dahlia's voice, smooth as silk, came through the line. "Alone, without the protection of your precious pack."
I shot a glan
