Damian's P.O.V.
The growl rumbled again, deeper this time, vibrating through the earth beneath our paws. My hackles rose as I stepped protectively in front of Kiera, my body tense and ready.
The yellow eyes moved closer, emerging from the shadows, revealing a massive wolf unlike any I’d ever seen. His fur was a deep, smoky gray, his size rivaling mine—a lone Alpha, his presence dripping with authority and aggression.
“You’ve crossed into my territory,” he growled, his voice carrying an edge of challenge. “Who are you to run so freely where you don’t belong?”
I stood tall, my chest puffed with the weight of my rank. “I am Damian, Alpha of our pack back home. My mate and I are traveling to meet with the Elders. We mean no harm.”
He snorted, his lip curling to expose sharp fangs. “Words
