Damien’s POV:
It had been over eight months since the time I last crossed the border that demarcated my territory from the territory of the other, smaller packs.
It was pretty obvious the moment I crossed the boundary, the city smelt different, there was too much metal, too much fumes and definitely too many wolves pretending like they weren’t afraid of my envoy.
Most lone wolves believed that the IronClaw pack ran this part of the city. They were wrong.
The pack was only partially independent, and I had always made sure that their alpha knew that. The IronClaws were only allowed to run rampant until I decided to take them back.
I walked forward, towards the large estate that housed the main lair of the IronClaw pack. I was flanked by about a dozen wolves, all wearing black coats
