Damian's P.O.V.
The weight of the title settled back onto my shoulders, heavier than I remembered. Power hummed in my veins, familiar yet different, as if the bond had reshaped itself to fit not just me—but Kiera as well.
The pack house stood before me, untouched by flames, yet changed forever. Rowan had left, taking his last two loyalists with him, and the air felt... clearer. Lighter.
We were home.
I stood at the steps of the main hall, my wolves gathered before me, their eyes filled with renewed faith. Elders bowed. Warriors stood ready. Families clung to one another, whispering their relief. I had led them before, but this was different.
Because now, I wasn’t leading alone.
I glanced at Kiera, who stood by my side, her presence an undeniable force. The pack had bowed to her, not
