KAREN'S POV

The sleek black SUV hummed beneath me, smooth as silk on the freshly paved road leading to Redmoon Pack.

My manicured nails tapped against the tinted window as I stared out at the towering trees that seemed to bow as we passed. Damon sat beside me, broad shoulders filling half the backseat, his arm draped casually across the space between us, his scent of cedarwood and dominance curling around me.

It should have comforted me. But it didn’t.

Instead, my hand drifted ...