King Magnus's POV
The name echoed in my head with a rage that felt all-consuming.
DAMON WAYANS
How could anyone hurt a twelve-year-old girl, a child so innocent and pure, and to think that girl was my mate… It took every ounce of control not to break something, anything, in the nearest vicinity. But the fury was just below the surface, a beast clawing to escape, and my wolf Orion was even closer to the edge, his rage matching mine.
With a sharp breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed Fergus's number. The line barely had time to ring before he picked up.
"I want every damn piece of information you can gather on Damon Wayans, immediately," I growled, my voice thick with anger. "His current whereabouts, family, network, connections… everything. And I want it before nightfall. You have two hours."
Fergus didn't hesitate. "Understood, your Majestic," he replied, his tone crisp and efficient.
