Damon POV
The bond was still burning in my chest when the scout’s words sank in. Moonclaw.
I tasted blood in the back of my throat from how hard my wolf snapped at the name. My hands curled into fists, nails biting into my palms until the skin broke. The rogues’ outpost wasn’t just a place - it was a promise, a fragile foothold of survival. Now it was ash and corpses.
And Rayna - my Rayna - looked at me with that wild light in her eyes, fire and defiance sparking in her veins. My wolf snarled, torn between worshiping that strength and locking her away where nothing could touch her.
Not yet. Not when Moonclaw was moving.
I turned sharply to the scout. “How far?”
“Two hours’ ride, Alpha. Maybe less if we cut through the ridge.”
I nodded once. My voice came out clipped, cold, the voice
