DAMON’S POV
The corridor outside my chambers was too quiet. Not the calm quiet of night, The wrong kind.
Heavy. Charged, I knew something had happened before the guard even spoke.
“My Alpha… Luna Nyra went inside earlier.”
My chest tightened.
“How long ago?”
“Not long, my Alpha.”
My stomach dropped. Nyra had no reason to be in my private chambers. Unless— I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Nyra stood near the window, bathed in moonlight like some dark statue carved from silver and fury. She turned slowly when she heard me.
“Damon,” she said smoothly.
I looked past her immediately.
“Elodie?”
Nyra’s eyes sharpened.
“Interesting,” she murmured. “That’s the first thing you say.”
I ignored her.
“Elodie,” I called again, scanning the room.
There was no answer, My jaw tight
