I opened the door.
Damian stood on the threshold.
He looked entirely different from this afternoon.
The leather jacket was gone. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, putting the sprawling Silver Moon royal crest on his left arm on full display.
His dark hair was windblown.
He looked like he had literally run here.
The golden wolf irises hadn't faded yet.
His gaze swept over me before snapping to Elliot standing just behind my shoulder.
The dominating aura of two adult Alphas collided in the cramped entryway. The tension in the air was so thick it threatened to c***k my ribs.
"Who the f**k are you?" Damian growled. He wasn't talking to me.
Elliot didn't back down. "Elliot Grey. Shatter Creek Pack. Registered rogue, non-combatant."
"Shatter Creek—the pack that w
