Damien’s POV:

“Fuck!” I cursed angrily, the moment the officers suggested moving from the living room to Ella’s bedroom for the interview.

I'd already spent half the previous night crying here at Nicolle’s request because not doing so would have looked wrong, suspicious even, to anyone watching. But now? Now the police wanted him back in the same damn room, breathing the same stale air that still carried the faint odor of a dead she-wolf.

Hissing, I exhaled sharply through his ...