[Damian]

I leaned against the brick exterior of the Inn, my chest heaving. The silence of the night was absolute, yet inside my head, it was a cacophony.

“She’s a killer,” Ghost growled, but it wasn't the triumphant snarl of a Lycan hunting a threat. It was a low, fractured whine. “And she is the sister of the woman you were supposed to forget.”

I looked down at my hands. They were still trembling.

I had gone to that room to end it. I had gone there to cut the bond, to preserve ...