With his fangs bared, Damian shoved him away. Troy craned his shoulders, knowing there was nothing he could say or do to calm Damian down. He’d seen the alpha’s dark side many times before, and it never ended well. Laura was the one person who understood Damian better. She was the one who could make him smile when he was sad and help him calm down when he was enraged. They shared a bond that was deeper than words.
“The hunters haven’t found anything yet, but they’re not giving up, and the trackers are supposed to be back tonight. We might have something then,” Troy speculated, trying to sound hopeful.
Damian nodded and shifted his gaze away from his pack, his jaw clenched. He remained motionless for several minutes, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the subtle movements of the
