Damon's POV
Aria and I went together to survey the wetland on the disputed ground. The wetland stank of rot and old blood.
I stood at the edge of the disputed ground with Aria at my side, my boots sinking into the soft black mud while the investigation committee formed a wall in front of us.
Three officials with clipboards and the kind of bureaucratic arrogance that usually worked on people who didn't have wolves under their skin.
"Alpha Damon. Ms. Grayson. This area remains sealed pending further review," the lead woman said, her voice thin against the wind. "Neither of you is authorized..."
Aria stepped forward before I could speak. She pulled a folded set of documents from her jacket and held them out like a blade.
"These are the original land titles. Grayson family holdings, regi
