Damon’s POV

It started as a whisper.

Hardly, only the shadow of a sensation which ought not to be.

My chest tightened every time Aria stepped in the room, a strange pulling sensation that my mind denied, but my wolf would not overlook. I told myself it was pity. Maybe curiosity. Anything other than what it really was. Because the truth? The truth was dangerous.

She was an omega. Broken. Betrayed. A warning of all that was flimsy and messy about the world I had walled myself in.

And yet ...