Damon P.O.V
I paced the cold marble floor of the room the Blue Heart Pack had offered me. It was lavish, adorned with dark velvets and golden trims, but I felt none of its warmth. I hadn’t slept a second since laying down—how could I? My mind kept circling back to her.
Talia.
She was in the room just across the hall, sleeping peacefully—hopefully. I’d made sure she had everything she needed. I even stood in the doorway for a few seconds longer than I should have, watching her breathe. But I couldn’t stay. Not when I knew what this pack was capable of. If they even suspected she was my mate...
I gritted my teeth, running a hand through my hair.
"Protect her. Always," my wolf urged again in the back of my mind.
“I am,” I muttered to him. “That’s why I’m keeping her at a distance.”
But
