Damien’s POV
I had stormed out of the palace, angry, restless… and aroused. My wolf thrashed inside me, struggling against the curse that held us both captive.
I barely noticed when my foot slipped from the stirrup. The excess fabric of my cloak tangled around my armor, catching on a low branch.
The next thing I knew, I was falling hard, off the horse and down a small slope, tumbling toward an unknown destination.
I tried to shift, to steady myself, but my powers didn’t respond. My wolf had gone completely still. Dormant.
“What the f**k?!” I shouted, just barely missing a rock that could’ve cracked my skull open.
Branches tore at my clothes, dirt filled my mouth, and then, through the haze, I saw a horse galloping toward me.
Aurora.
“Damien!” she shouted, leaning low as the horse c
