Louis's pov…….
The morning air was crisp, the kind that stung my lungs but cleared my mind. I adjusted my cloak and glanced at the ruins in the distance. It had been weeks since I last walked these paths, since my pack had been whole. Now it was just me, the memory of my mate and pack pressing against the edges of my thoughts.
I couldn’t help but think of her. My baby. Her laugh, her tiny hands, the way she’d curl against me without a care in the world. I’d never stop fighting to protect her. And yet, here I was, leading a stranger through dangerous territory—an outsider. A male Alpha no less. Damien.
He thought he was so confident, so self-assured. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like him. Not a little. Not one bit. But I had to admit… he was competent. Too competent for my taste. And he ha
