Chapter 42: Damion's Weapon

TOR POV

The next morning, I was still raging inside over Ira's disrespect to my mate. Magnus had assured me he had punished Ira, but there was no suitable punishment except me beating the living h*ll out of him. But I had to put those emotions aside for now as we were growing closer to Damion's location.

If all went as planned, we would be arriving at his compound by nightfall.

The tension grew amongst our packs as we neared our destination. The wolves were restless as everyone mentally prepared for the battle to come. I was still trying to figure out what to do with my stubborn mate before we arrived at our destination.

Since dawn had broken, we were moving in our wolf forms through the marshy wetlands. By the time the noon sun was shining its golden rays down on top of us, the terrain had blissfully dried out. We were now galloping hard and fast through grassy plains. There was little to no cover around us, with hardly any trees and little foliage.

Only wildflowers and sageb