Secrets

The door to his mother’s chambers closed with a soft click, but Damien’s mind was anything but quiet. He stalked down the dimly lit hallway, the shadows cast by the flickering sconces matching the turmoil inside him. His mother’s words echoed in his mind, filling him with more questions than answers.

He clenched his fists, frustration and fear swirling within him. He had spent so long shielding her from the truth, thinking that by keeping his secret, he could protect her from his inner demons.

But now it seemed that she might be linked to those very demons.

He made his way through the corridors of the pack house, his thoughts racing. He needed answers—about Elena, about her past, about the truth behind her presence in his life. But he couldn’t rush this. He couldn’t risk alarming her or pushing her away with his growing doubts. He had to protect her, even if that meant facing whatever truth lay buried in her past.

Damien reached his private quarters, the large wooden doors swinging o