[Damian's POV]

The guest pack house was an island of warmth in the cold, rain-swept territory of the Emberfell wolf pack.

The fireplace crackled in the corner and the scent of burning wood and old leather filled the air, a stark opposite to the musky, metallic odor of that abandoned factory.

Despite the comfort, the stillness in the room was very heavy-suffocating almost as we waited for Alaric Stone to arrive so that we can discuss at length what happened today.

Alek stood by the window, ...