Damon’s POV
Victor Stone had commanded Shadow Moon Pack's warriors for eleven years, and in all that time, he'd prided himself on one simple rule: he didn't ask questions about orders that came from above him. It kept things clean. It kept him from lying awake at night wondering about things that weren't his business.
That rule had stopped working three nights ago, right around the time Aria Nightshade walked out of the pack for good.
He hadn't thought much of her before the rejection — just another omega, easy to overlook, the way most of the pack overlooked her. But something about watching her walk away with her spine straight and her chin up, after everything they'd done to her, had cracked something loose in his memory that he couldn't seem to put back.
He was in the training hal
