Damian’s POVThe night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves from the trees beyond the pack’s walls. A cool breeze swept through the courtyard, but the fire before me crackled steadily, its warmth chasing away the evening’s chill. The flames danced, casting long shadows against the stone pathways and the wooden beams of the surrounding buildings. Across from me, Rylan sat, arms resting on his knees, his expression unreadable.I should hate him.For years, he had been a thorn in my side, an enemy that refused to disappear. He had challenged me, taken what was mine, and yet, as I sat here, staring at him across the fire, I felt none of the usual rage that used to consume me. It was strange. Unsettling. Lyra had changed everything.She had been mine once. Mine to protect. Mine to claim. Then, she had walked away. And now, she had our children—mine and Rylan’s.“Rylan has been part of their lives more than I have been,” I admitted to myself. That truth should have burned,
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