Savannah's POV
The last thing I anticipated was hearing Dennis's voice on my phone at this ungodly hour.
After our previous confrontation, I was certain I had made my boundaries crystal clear. Surely he understood that any further contact would be unwelcome and inappropriate.
My finger hesitated over the answer button. Whatever Dennis wanted to discuss couldn't possibly warrant another volatile exchange like our last encounter.
His vile promise to claim me as his own, purely to spite Jonathan, still festered in my mind like an infected wound. The memory left me feeling contaminated and raw.
Yet ignoring his call would be perceived as cowardice by both our packs. Avoiding confrontation was considered a fatal weakness in our world.
I reluctantly accepted the call.
"Hello?"
"Savannah, sweetheart, how have you been?"
