Damon's POV
The pack house was cloaked in tension, every shadow seeming sharper, every creak of the wood beneath my boots more pronounced. I paced the length of the den, my wolf restless as hell. Zelda had always been a wildcard, the kind of problem you couldn’t just shake off. And now, of all times, she decides to play savior? Yeah, right. My gut told me this was just another one of her games, but Aria? She wanted to give her a chance. Of course she did.
Aria sat on the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her expression was calm, but I could see the storm brewing just beneath the surface. She glanced at me, her soft features daring me to push back. Always the optimist, always the one who wanted to believe people could change. It made me love her and drove me absolutely insa
