Damon’s POV
Her body was still trembling against mine when the knock hit.
Hard. Urgent.
Rayna stiffened, silver eyes snapping at the door. I pressed my forehead to hers for half a second longer, hating the timing, before I dragged myself upright.
“Clothes,” I muttered, grabbing her torn shirt from the floor. My own pants clung damp and wrinkled, but I yanked them on anyway, water dripping to the boards. Rayna hissed under her breath, dragging on the first tunic she could find, hair damp, cheeks flushed from more than steam.
“Alpha!” The voice outside was rough, pitched tight with urgency. Garrick.
I swore under my breath and wrenched the door open. Garrick stood there, broad shoulders heaving, his face pale under the torchlight.
“You need to come. Now.”
Rayna stepped up behind me,
