Damien's POV
Fenrir led me away from the pack house, his pace steady and confident. I struggled to keep up with his long strides, my mind racing with possibilities. We moved through the trees, shadows creeping as the sun dipped lower in the sky. My heart beat a rapid tattoo in my chest, the urgency of the situation pushing me forward.
"Tell me what you know," I urged, catching up to his side. "What's blocking my bond with Leslie? Who is behind this?"
Fenrir turned his head slightly, his piercing golden eyes locking onto mine. "It is not just a block; it is a binding. A powerful spell, likely placed by a witch with dark intentions. Whoever is after your mate knows of her lineage and the strength she possesses as a white wolf. This magic is meant to sever not just your connection but to trap her entirely."
My stomach twisted. "So she's in danger?"
