The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the fading embers of the previous night’s fire. Damon stood at the edge of the training grounds, his sharp gaze fixed on the warriors engaged in their morning drills. Their movements were disciplined and methodical, each attack met with an equally precise counter. They were a reflection of his leadership—focused, relentless, and prepared for any threat.
But today, his thoughts were elsewhere.
The Blackwood Pack’s attempt at deception had not been an isolated incident; it had been a strategic maneuver designed to test his limits. They were probing, gauging his response, assessing how far they could push before he retaliated. And retaliation was inevitable. Damon had never tolerated manipulation, least of all within his own te
