Damien POV

Crouching in shadow. Waiting. Watching Stellarnight Pack's border.

Looking for opportunity. Any weakness. Any opening to exploit.

Hours of patience. Of stillness. Of predatory focus.

Then—movement. Voices. Multiple figures approaching.

I freeze. Press deeper into concealment.

And luck—beautiful, perfect luck—delivers exactly what I need.

Grace. Glow. And that old wolf who should have stayed broken in my ...