DAMIEN’S POV
The front door slammed and I felt my wolf jerk awake under my skin. His ears pricked.
Stonewall villa was always filled with the energy of wolves. I could see the servants shifting, guards moving, pack warriors passing through but the bitter scent of anger was too obvious. And I knew exactly whose anger it belonged to.
My mother.
I walked into the hallway and found her pacing.
Her claws were halfway out even though she tried to keep them hidden. Her hair was wild and her skin looked pale. The moment she saw me, she pointed toward the foyer as if throwing a dagger.
“Damien. Your wife has gone too far.”
I let out a deep breath. “What happened now?”
“She went back to her parents’ house today of all days!” My mother’s voice rose as she spoke, “On your fat
