Chapter 39
[Damon's POV]
It had been twenty-four hours.
Twenty-four hours since I had last seen Ciara. Since I had last heard her voice. Since I had last caught the maddening scent of hers. She always scented of honeysuckle and rain, which made Calx go wild. And which also made me go crazy, if I was being honest.
"You need to go see her." Calx paced restlessly beneath my skin. "She's ours," he growled.
"Calx..." I tightened my jaw and clenched my fists. I was still in Silverstone backline, running an errand for my father. I was to retrieve ceremonial items for the upcoming Christmas Eve Ritual.
I had welcomed it, fully aware that it was just the distraction I needed to leave my thoughts about Ciara back in the Pack... back in the royal building. I was hoping the journey would buy me
