Damien POV
“So this is the Luna of the Bloodnight Pack… I thought she was dead.”
Alpha Maurice pins me with a sharp, narrowing stare.
“So did I,” I admit, though the words feel heavy on my tongue.
For a second, he studies me too perceptive for my liking as if trying to peel back the layers of my expression and read what lies beneath. Now is not the damn time for him to poke at my private business. Aurélie needed help. Fast.
“She needs a hospital,” I growl, my patience already stretched thin and fraying.
“Here put her in the back. I’ll drive you to my pack’s hospital.”
“A human hospital will do.” My tone leaves no room for debate. The last thing I need is to step deeper onto his territory and hand him a political weapon wrapped in my unconscious wife.
“Brilliant idea,” he shoots ba
