#Chapter 77 Dominic

Dominic I was halfway down the hall when my phone buzzed again. The same number. The same one that had been calling since I left Brightclaw. He was still calling me? I supposed focusing on my unresolved and troubled feeling about him was much easier than thinking of Hazel. I exhaled heavily and answered this time. “Andrew.” There was a pause on the other end. Then his voice came, cautious and stiff. “Dominic.” We hadn’t spoken in years. Not properly. Not since Hazel's death. And what reason did we have to talk? His disappearance after her death had been its own kind of betrayal, though one I’d forced myself not to dwell on. He’d left me to carry it all out of spite. Vivian, the company, the Pack responsibilities, and my grief. And now, suddenly, here he was. This could only end in a few ways, and I wasn't looking forward to even thinking about which way it would end. “I see your assistant finally let you answer a call,” he said, with a dry edge to his tone. "My assist