Damien POV
The night was bitterly cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones no matter how many layers you wore. The moon was high, casting a silver glow over the Ashmoon Pack’s massive house ,I stood staring—just far enough not to be seen. My wolves fanned out around me, their presence steady and reassuring, but even with them I couldn’t shake the nervous knot twisting in my gut.
I kept my gaze locked on the pack house, ears straining for any sound. My hands were balled into fists, my patience unraveling with each passing second. It had already been thirty minutes. Too long. Too quiet.
I knew it wouldn’t be easy to get Laura out—Kael’s home was a fortress, swarming with guards—but I trusted Adrian and Liam. If anyone could pull this off, it was them. Still, every minute withou
