Well, it had been worth a shot, Dominic thought, sighing, as he watched Natalie's car leave pack territory despite his efforts – or ploys – to make her take him with her. Drak wasn't happy about it and was snarling his disapproval.
As he turned to go back inside he noticed Talon standing not far away, staring in the direction Natalie had headed. He didn't look at her with the same coveting look that he used to wear, as if he had come to accept that she was unobtainable. He now looked at her the way the others did. Like she was truly his Luna – someone that although he revered, respected, prized, trusted, and looked to when in need of something, he regarded her as being of senior rank and his co-leader. However, there was something that was still irritating Dominic and he thought it was about time that he addressed it.
