Damien's P.O.V.
The air in the clearing was thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of blood. Battle cries echoed in my ears, the clash of wolves tearing through the shadows, each growl and snap of jaws a reminder that the war we’d prepared for had begun. My senses were alive with the primal rush, but despite the chaos around me, my thoughts were a world away, anchored by Kiera’s face.
I could smell the familiar scent of her—wild, untamed, but softened with the warmth of her presence. I’d left her behind in the house, her image burned into my mind. Every command I barked to my men, every shift in my stance, felt mechanical. My body was here, in the thick of the battle, but my heart was still back at the house, with her.
I will come back to you, Kiera. I promise you that
