Damien's POV:
The following days blurred together in a haze of exhaustion, frustration, and something darker—something primal. Fenrir had stayed by my side, guiding me through the intricacies of my power, pushing me to embrace the darkness that lurked deep within. At first, I resisted. Hell, I'd spent my entire life keeping that part of me locked away, pretending it didn't exist. But now… now I couldn't afford to pretend anymore.
Leslie and the twins needed me. My pack needed me.
And to protect them, I had to become something I wasn't sure I could control.
Fenrir had a way of watching me that unsettled me. His gaze always seemed too knowing, as if he could see every thought running through my head before I even had a chance to fully process it myself. He'd look at me like he was waiting for something to happen, like he was waiting for me to break.
