The night was black above, the moon full at midnight, as Alpha Damien stood on the balcony, gazing out to the far horizon. Tension hung in the air, the last few weeks nothing but issues. The pack was healing, slowly, but shadows of betrayal still lingered.
Nadia sat beside the fire within, running her finger around the edge of a leather-bound book. She could sense Damien's pain without having to look at him. She breathed in deeply and closed the book, moving towards him. "You're fretting about them again, aren't you?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.
Damien spun around, his yellow eyes glinting over her. "I couldn't help it, Nadia. Your family is still out there, on the side of Shadowbrook. We've fought the fight and we've won, but the war itself is won only
