Damons POV
The storm inside me was fierce, raging and unforgiving, but I kept my face calm, my movements measured. If I let it out now—if I unleashed even a fraction of it—it wouldn’t stop. As I watched Ezra and Eya with Aria, my wolf clawed beneath the surface, desperate to tear through anything in its path.
I gave Aria one last glance before heading to the kitchen, the doctor following close behind.
As I rummaged through the cupboards, my hands were steady, but my mind was chaos. We had to find proof, something tangible to confirm what we already suspected. When I yanked open the last cabinet, I found it: the jar of herbs the doctor had originally given Drake. I held it up, my fingers trembling with fury.
The contents had been replaced.
A wave of guilt hit me so hard I almost stagge
