Damon’s POV

The air felt heavy that morning. The kind of stillness that signals an approaching storm.

I stood by my office window, observing the mist rolling over the training grounds. My wolves were agitated, with patrols doubled. Rogue sightings near the northern border had occurred three nights straight... which was unusual and organised. Rogues typically don’t behave like that unless they have a leader.

“Alpha.”

I turned around. Rowan, my Beta, was by the door with a serious look. ...