The night had been an endless abyss, a well of darkness where my mind found no rest. The connection with my wolf, Luca, was tense, like a rope about to snap. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. A shadow loomed over my territory, and its origin bore the name Damian.
I had sent Jaxon, my Beta and the only man I fully trusted, to follow him. I didn't like Damian. His mere existence irritated me. And now, with Eliza involved, my patience crumbled like a sandcastle under the tide. The spark between them was undeniable, but I couldn't allow that spark to become a fire that consumed everything that belonged to me. Because Eliza was mine. Although she didn't know it yet, she was.
Dawn brought with it Jaxon, whose frantic energy was palpable even before he crossed the door to my office. His wolf form ran as if hell itself was chasing him. When he burst into the room and regained his human form, his face was marked by a mixture of concern and... guilt. Something serious had happened.
