DAMIEN'S POV:
In the aftermath of Fenrir's revelation, my world shifted. The weight of my identity pressed down on me, heavier than any responsibility I had ever shouldered as Alpha. The black wolf inside me stirred, like a dark force ready to be unleashed. I knew I couldn't escape the truth any longer.
Sitting in my office after sending Fenrir away, I stared at my reflection in the window. The night was still, but inside me, there was a storm brewing. I had always known there was something different about me—how my fur had turned black when I took over the Alpha position, how my abilities seemed far more potent than others. But knowing I had been created with dark magic, a tool crafted by witches for their own purposes… it shook me to the core.
But I couldn't dwell on that. I had more important things to worry about. Leslie. Our children.
