Ara’s POV
I stood there, stunned, as I heard the news.
“Tomorrow?” I asked again.
“Yes,” Damon nodded with a soft smile. “We’ll leave at first light. I’ll take you to the palace.”
“I… Do I have to go?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.
Damon’s smile faltered for a second, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. “Of course. You’re my mate, Ara. You belong with me.”
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ll be safe there. I want you where I can keep an eye on you.”
“But… the camp still needs help. My pack is in disarray. Maybe I could stay back and help Luna Celestine…” I tried to find a way.
“Ara.” His tone shifted, firmer now, but his fingers were gentle against my chin. “You’ve done enough. You nearly died saving me. I won't
