Hardy's Pov
I walked away and I didn't look back.
I am not good at walking away from something I clearly want but I did anyway....for her sake
Walking away from a girl I met yesterday has officially become the hardest thing I have done in awhile.
I don't know why and I am not too concerned about why, I am more concerned about who and how I am going to take pleasure in inflicting maximum hurt on a certain relative of mine.
I opened my mind and I searched for the son of a bitch... A thousand miles or a billion miles couldn't stop me from finding Steven Jackson.
Call it one of the perks of being werewolf royalty.
Found him in an instant and I invaded his head without invitation.
(Hardy?) He sounded surprised.
(Hey, Steph!)
(It's Steve! Come home... Grandfather is pissed! Preparation is underway for a match between you and a purebred girl from...)
(Shut the fuck up and listen. Run!) I told him calmly.
