Damian's P.O.V.
The moment the guard spoke Rowan’s name, the room turned electric with tension. My muscles coiled, instinct sharpening every sense.
So the bastard hadn’t run far.
Typical.
Rowan was a wolf who thought himself untouchable, but this? This was reckless, even for him. He should have disappeared into the wind, not lingered like a bad omen. Not after what Kiera had done.
I stood, my chair scraping against the floor. “Where?”
“North perimeter, just past the ridge,” the guard said. “There were at least three distinct scents, maybe more. But Rowan’s was fresh.”
Jace muttered a curse under his breath, already moving toward the door. Elias followed, his expression unreadable, but his body tense. Kiera, though… she was still. Too still.
Her fingers curled against the table’s su
