DAMIEN
A Silver Moon Hunter. And a damn gorgeous one too—undercover, no less. I should’ve known better than to touch her. I’ve never been good with women, not after what happens to them when they get too close. What happened to Jacinta wasn’t my fault. She got too curious, digging into things she shouldn’t have.
I ride back home after the fight, my face still stinging from the blows. My head is buzzing with questions, too many to count.
Why would a Silver Moon Hunter turn against her own pack? Was that the same man she was running from the week before? And that necklace she wears—bright and glowing like moonlight—it’s not normal. There’s power in it. I saw two wolves hesitate to attack her because of it. That thing could stop a full pack in their tracks.
I’m still furious, but my body
