Raine's POV
I entered the pack house library to find Damson sitting at a table, immersed in a book, his laptop closed beside it. It wasn't a new sight, as reading was a hobby of his. But this was different, and I could tell from the tension on his shoulders and the tight lines on his face when he turned to look at me.
I walked to the seat facing him and sank into it.
"Did you get something concrete?" I asked, but my answer was obvious from the way his hands clenched on the book, I felt bad for the poor spine.
"How long have you known?" He looked at me strangely, and I struggled to decipher the emotions in his eyes.
"It's been a while."
"How long, Raine?" I flinched at the tone of his voice. I wasn't used to him talking to me that way.
"I don't know exactly. About two years. More? I
