Damon stood inside his office, the dim firelight casting long shadows across the walls. The room was quiet, but the air carried a heavy tension. He leaned back in his chair, one hand resting on the carved armrest while his other hand tapped slowly against the wood.
He was waiting.
Waiting for his rogues to return.
Waiting for them to bring him the one wolf he had ordered them to retrieve.
The former Beta of Crimson Fang.
The traitor.
Rafe.
Damon’s eyes drifted briefly toward the large window behind his desk, though there was little to see beyond the dark forest surrounding the rogue territory. His mind wandered back to the day he had slipped into Crimson Fang territory himself.
After meeting Diana in her cabin, Damon had not left immediately.
Instead, he went deeper into the pack
