[Damian's POV]

The scent of her lingered in the air, a phantom fragrance of bruised Jasmines and something wild, something untamed. I’d kept her locked in her room in my pack house since receiving her, but even with the distance between us, I could still catch a ghost of her scent.

It clung to me, a constant, irritating reminder that she was a problem I had yet to solve. As we stood in the war room, I wondered how many times she had been in here, likely standing silently in a corner while ...