Damon POV
I didn’t look back. If I did, I wouldn’t leave.
Her scent clung to my skin - heat, pine needles, rosemary, and something darker, like the forest after rain and bloodshed. Not just omega. Not just wolf. There was something older in her, something that didn’t belong in this world anymore.
The air outside was cool, but it didn’t help. Her scent followed me like a ghost - stubborn, warm, and too damn familiar in a way that made my chest tighten.
I should’ve ended training the moment my pulse started to shift, when every instinct screamed to close the distance between us, to touch her, to pin her down just to feel that she was real. But I needed to see her fight. Needed to know the girl I’d dragged into this camp wouldn’t shatter the moment things turned feral.
Instead, she look
