Aria’s POV

Damon always walked as if he owned the ground under his feet...shoulders broad, back straight, eyes sharp and unreadable.

Even after all this time, the strength in his presence pulled at me in a way I was still learning to accept.

 As we traveled from one pack territory to another, his hand would occasionally brush against mine, a small touch that steadied me even when I pretended it didn’t.

“Are you ready?” he asked as we reached the large border gate of the ...