The fight must go on.
He and Aurora are being marched back into the grand hall, the pack alpha having summoned them somewhat randomly in the middle of the night.
Whatever it is, it can’t be good.
When his guards had come for them, he’d been holding Aurora’s hair back as she spilled out the contents of her dinner yet again, the omega resting in his arms as she cried after.
Looking beside him now, Aurora looks pale and more than a bit ragged. This whole ordeal is taking its toll on her, her cheekbones prominent, her eyes heavy with dark purple circles, and her scent is sour, except when it’s not.
In her better moments, her scent has turned sweeter, almost vanilla, and Damian knows it’s only a matter of time before everyone else picks up on it, too. Hell, they might’ve noticed it alrea
