The sleek car rolled to a stop in front of Moonridge Villa. As Damien stepped out, his phone rang.
"Hello, are you the mate of the deceased, Samantha? This is the pack morgue. We need you to come identify her body…"
Before the voice could finish, Damien's face hardened, a cold laugh escaping him as he hung up and tossed the phone to his assistant. "Trace that number's IP."
Samantha's games had gone on long enough.
He strode into the living room, where a trembling servant approached, holding an elegant gift box. "Sir, while cleaning the study, I… found this. It's from the lady… she wrote…"
The servant faltered, unsure how to continue.
Damien snatched the box, his impatience clear, but one glance inside stopped him cold. His heart seized, breath catching as if something had clamped aro
