Damon hated memories.
Because memories always led to pain.
He stood alone on the balcony outside his office, staring into the darkness that surrounded the Alpha House.
The pack had settled down for the night.
The warriors were changing shifts.
The patrols were moving through the forest.
Everything was normal.
Except him.
His wolf had been restless ever since Serah arrived.
Every few minutes, the beast pushed against his control.
Wanting to know where she was.
Whether she was safe.
Whether she had eaten.
Whether she was sleeping.
Damon hated it.
The bond felt like a chain tightening around his throat.
He gripped the railing harder.
Below him, lights glowed from one of the guest rooms.
Serah’s room.
His eyes lingered there for a moment before he looked away.
“Stop it,” he
