Damon's POV
I was in my office, trying to focus, but this nagging feeling wouldn’t leave me alone. Something was off, and it wasn’t just this damned pain in my chest. It felt like the air itself was different, heavier somehow. I knew what it was. My pack.
Something—or someone—was here, and they didn’t belong. That uneasiness clawed at my gut, refusing to let me sit still.
“Just let John handle it,” Black, my wolf, muttered in my head, his tone unusually cautious.
“I can’t,” I replied firmly, dragging myself to my feet despite the ache radiating through my body. Black wasn’t wrong—I wasn’t in any shape for this. But fear had never been in my vocabulary, and I wasn’t about to start now.
The pain in my chest flared as I made my way toward the door, but I ignored it. Nothing, not even th
