Chapter 32
Dylan
Lucy’s olive complexion paled, but she swiftly hid away her shock as she got off the bed and glared at me. “You Starsmoon are all the same. I can’t believe I was willing to bind myself to you for the sake of our packs. I hate you.” Putting her hands on her hips, she vowed. “Mark my words, Dylan, you’ll pay the price for rejecting me.” And in a flurry of lace and bare olive skin, she sashayed to the door, slamming it behind her.
I was barely given ten minutes’ reprieve before my phone rang. For a moment, I just lay in bed, not caring to pick it up as I dwelled again on the fact that Cherry was gone. Then, the thought that it could be her calling had me launching myself out of bed and tearing my phone from my discarded trousers on the floor. The hope beating through my chest was all- consuming, and I didn’t check the caller ID.
“We need to talk,” my dad said from the earpiece.