Damien POV
I sped off their grounds without looking back, gravel spitting beneath my tires. The warrior Theo had shifted his attitude the moment he realised exactly who he was dealing with. My wolf hated leaving the boy behind, pacing and whining inside my chest as if we’d abandoned someone important. It was ridiculous, really… yet the feeling clung to me.
I stopped at a small hotel just ten miles beyond their borders, farther than I ever intended to be. Their security had trailed me with their eyes until the very last second, only peeling away when they were convinced I was truly gone. Fine. Let them think that. I’d return on foot at dawn, shift into my wolf, and observe the Darkvale pack properly. Tomorrow was for reconnaissance silent, thorough, unforgiving.
But for some damned reas
