Damian's POV
Every wolf spends his life chasing one moment. The moment he recognizes his mate.
For more than thirty years I had hunted for it. Time and again the hunt left me hollow, until all I had were the half formed fantasies my arrogant teenage self would have sneered at, small private guesses about how I might finally meet the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.
I imagined it a hundred different ways.
Not one of them looked like this.
Mate.
The word detonated inside my skull. It was not a thought. It was the oldest, most violent roar my wolf had ever loosed, and my blood answered it like oil meeting flame.
Beside me, Damon and Darius went rigid in the same heartbeat, struck by the exact same impossible knowledge. The three of us collided in that ruined lab, our scents slam
