Damian POV
“Clear the perimeter,” I ordered, forcing my attention back to the job. “Check for hostiles.”
My men moved fast, their steps efficient and controlled as they worked to clear the building.
Caine stayed glued to Willow’s side, his eyes scanning the space.
I stepped further into the room, looking for threats, but my attention kept pulling back to her and the way she moved as she walked beside Caine. Each step was careful and deliberate. It was like she’d done this before.
She stopped in front of one of the cages. A man—wolf—slumped against the bars, breathing shallow, blood soaking through what was left of his shirt. Willow dropped to her knees without hesitation.
“No,” I snapped, already moving toward her. She didn’t look at me.
“He’s dying.”
“I know that,” I bit out. “Tha
