The next day dragged on without rest.

Damien did not leave his room.

He lay flat on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other clenched at his side. The ceiling above him was plain stone, familiar, yet it felt foreign. His wolf would not settle. It paced, circled, pressed against his chest like it wanted out, like it wanted to run until its legs broke.

Darius’s words would not leave him.

You may have marked her.

She never rejected any of you.

Fate is leading all of you back to ...