Damien’s POV
I could feel it — the power surging inside me, my wolf clawing beneath the surface, hungry to be released. The closer I got to the ceremonial grounds, the stronger it became, pounding in rhythm with my pulse. Tonight, I would be unstoppable. The full moon wasn’t for the man — it was for the wolf.
Laura sat beside me in silence, her hands folded in her lap as she stared out the window. Her calmness was only a disguise; I could feel her anxiety pressing against me like a second heartbeat. She was terrified, and I didn’t blame her.
She was wearing a sleek black gown that hugged her body like it was made just for her, the neckline dipped slightly, exposing the delicate column of her neck. Her brown hair flowed freely down her back, catching the faint light as the car moved. Ar
