Nathan's POV
Just like Hailee had wanted, I made my way back to the festival. The place was jam-packed with people, not just from our pack but from the neighboring pack. The celebration was in full swing, but my mind wasn't in it. I was worried, anxious about what Father and Hailee might be discussing. I wished we were both called to talk. I was scared that he might scare her.
"Damn it. He better not make things harder for me," I muttered to myself.
"And who's about to make things hard for my favorite cousin?" I heard the amused voice of Dane. For a moment, I had forgotten about him.
I turned and looked him straight in the face. He had that annoying smirk that always got on my nerves.
"I don't know what game you're playing, but I want you to stay away from Hailee," I demanded, my voice sharp with possessiveness.
Dane let out a scoff, clearly unbothered by my outburst. "Well, this is new… I've never seen you like this, Nat."
