MADELINE'S POV

The moment we were far enough from Alpha Konan, I yanked my hands away from Damien's grip.

He stopped, tilting his head with a mockingly amused expression. "That's a weird way to say thank you," he mused.

"Thank you? For what?"

"For saving you from that conversation with Alpha Konan," he said smoothly. "I saw how much you wanted to get away from him. Now you need to make it up to me. We have a lot of catching up to do."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "What do you want, Uncle Damien?"

"A date," he blurted.

I blinked. "A what?"

"A d-a-t-e," he stressed, as if I...