Damian's P.O.V.
I stared at him, my body still humming with the remnants of adrenaline. I didn’t come alone. His words echoed in my head, but it wasn’t the threat I had first assumed. The figures in the shadows stepped forward, their movements steady, unhurried. Not invaders. Not enemies.
Pack.
Lucian wasn’t just some rogue who had stumbled into my life, demanding recognition. He was an Alpha. And the wolves stepping out of the darkness—silent, watchful—were his.
I exhaled slowly, my sharp gaze sweeping over them. They weren’t just following him; they were his. They moved like they had already chosen him, already pledged their loyalty.
Kiera’s grip on our son tightened as she took a small step closer to me, her unease rolling off her in waves. I didn’t blame her. This wasn’t something
