Damon kept pacing inside his office, the heavy wooden floors groaning beneath the force of his restless strides. The light flickered as if reacting to the storm brewing inside him. He could not settle himself. He could not settle his wolf.
The air in the room felt too tight. Too suffocating.
They kept thinking about the female wolf John told them about.
A wolf who fought fifteen rogues in her human form.
A wolf who killed five seasoned rogue warriors without even shifting.
That was not normal.
That was not ordinary.
That was not something Damon could ignore.
“Could it be that she is the Silver Wolf?” Damon thought, his jaw tightening.
Inside their shared mind, Cerberus prowled restlessly, his massive paws scraping against the edges of Damon’s consciousness.
“What are the odds,” C
