Damion's POV
Iron fang pack. If someone told me earlier, before now, that I would be running towards the pack, coming face to face with my mortal enemy after so long, I would have been in disbelief.
But here I was, running like a mad dog towards the pack. I didn't seem to be getting any closer to the pack.
My instincts couldn't be wrong. I knew my way to Henry's pack like the back of my hand.
I could smell Elara's scent still in the air, and I let it lead me to the Iron Fang pack because I was starting to doubt my own navigation skills.
In no time, I was standing right in front of the Iron Fang pack.
Two guards blocked the entrance, holding sharp spears in their hands, pointing the edges at me immediately.
“Stop right there,” one barked. “No one enters the Alpha’s hall withou
