Damien's point of view
The instant the car crossed into the pack's territory, the guards stood up straight. Stiffened backs, fists tightened around the wheel as if their fingers would break if they moved any slower. Their gazes led ahead, unblinking and breathing loudly enough to betray them. Tightened muscles. They sensed the rumble of Fierce Claw beneath the tires, thick with life, pulling and pushing. My own wolf raised its head, stretched out its neck, and growled low in its chest, sniffing the air with pride and passion entwined, My home. My pack. My domain. My rules.
Ava was next to Ariel, leaning in, her hands moving as her hair brushed against her arm, speaking quickly, as if the world was a small and simple place. Ava laughed, a soft, muffled, tiny sound which slammed me in the
