Damien’s Pov
The moon hung low as I burst through the gates of the Crescent Pack, my strides breaking into a run as I carried Layla's limp body in my arms. My wolf howled in my mind, an agonized cry of rage and fear as I looked down at her pale face. Blood trickled from a gash on her forehead, and her breathing was shallow, each rasp a dagger in his chest.
“HELP!” I roared as I crossed the threshold of the packhouse, my voice booming with raw desperation.
Dom and Dylan were at my side minutes later, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm as they took in the scene.
“What happened?” Dom asked, his voice steady despite the urgency.
“I couldn’t wait!” I snapped; my tone edged with self-loathing. “She was in a car—trapped. It exploded but she had escaped, but someone… someone t
