THIRD PERSON’S POV
The next morning, the manor was quiet in the way pack territory often was at dawn.
Damien was already awake. His wolf paced restlessly inside him. He felt unsettled for reasons he refused to admit. The night had been too tense.
Even after she had gone upstairs, her scent had remained. He could still feel her presence. It ignited something in him that he didn’t want to name.
His phone rang suddenly.
Damien frowned when he saw Tiffany’s name on the screen.
“Damien,” Tiffany said when he answered. Her voice was shaky. It seemed like she was breathing heavily. “I -I really need you. Something’s wrong.”
He straightened at once. “What happened?”
“I can’t explain it over the phone,” she said quickly. “Please. You’re the only one who can help me right n
