Damian stared too long, lost in thought, and when he snapped out of it, the young couple had vanished. The image of that she-wolf in his mind faded too. He scoffed bitterly to himself. How had the she-wolf he'd once sworn to cherish with everything he had become so loathsome?
His face darkened as he turned back toward the pack office. His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts.
"Is this Damian?" a voice asked. "You've got a package that needs a signature in person."
The delivery was sent to the old pack den. Damian hadn't ordered anything, but curiosity pulled him there anyway. When he arrived, the delivery was oddly formal—a gray-haired wolf in a sharp suit, trailed by another carrying a tray, approached him with purpose.
"You're Damian?" the older wolf asked.
Damian nodded. The wol
