Damien's POV

Trey hit the gas the second we were all in the SUV. As we sped away, I heard a furious roar in the distance. Ashton. Right on cue. But he was too late. His mate was mine now.

Let him scream. Let him rage. It won’t change anything.

Thanks to the Council’s ridiculous bureaucracy, I had time, at least five days before they would even consider letting him act. He knew the rules. No attacks between packs without formal mediation. That law was created because of Red Crescent’s ...