Chapter 7
Damon's POV
We were frustrated. Completely, utterly frustrated at the fact that our little wolf had run from us like we were the monsters in her nightmares instead of the men who'd just saved her from actual demons.
The taste of her fear still lingered in the air of that empty classroom, mixing with the lingering scent of her arousal from the night before at the club.
It was an intoxicating combination that had my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin, demanding we track her down and claim what was ours.
For the past three years we'd been at Bridgewood Academy, and no one—no one—had ever piqued our interest the way Luna Winters had.
Sure, there were plenty of girls who threw themselves at us, desperate for a taste of what the hockey team's elite could offer. But they wer
