Damien POV
The moment I reach the main gates, it’s obvious the pack has tightened security since my last visit. Guards positioned with purpose, posture sharp, senses alert. Good. Paranoia suits them it makes them predictable.
“May I help you?” a male wolf crouches to peer into the window of my red sports car.
Perfect. Exactly the reaction I counted on.
Let them see the flashy car and assume I’m too arrogant or too stupid to return later on foot. They’ll watch me drive off and dismiss me. That’s the smokescreen.
I slide off my sunglasses, meeting the guard’s eyes head-on. Strong wolf. Too strong to be standing gate duty. Warrior level at minimum. Clever misdirection. I almost smile.
“I’m here to see the Alpha,” I say.
“And you are…?” His gaze drifts along the length of my car, assess
