Damon was beginning to have a problem.
A serious problem.
His name was not Ronan Black.
It was not rogue attacks.
It was not border security.
It was not even the growing unrest among the packs.
His problem was Serah.
Specifically, the fact that he couldn’t stop watching her.
The realization irritated him endlessly.
No matter where he went, he found himself searching for her.
At breakfast.
During patrols.
Around the village.
Inside the Alpha House.
His wolf always wanted to know where she was.
Whether she was safe.
Whether she was smiling.
Whether she was upset.
The beast was becoming unbearable.
Damon stood near the training grounds watching warriors spar.
At least that was what he pretended to be doing.
The truth was that his eyes kept drifting toward Serah.
She sat
