Damian's POV
Night had fallen over Crescent Valley, but the city was far from asleep.
The plaza was still glowing with lantern light and alive with movement—people laughing, music echoing off cobblestone walls, the scent of roasted meats and wildflowers thick in the air. The moon hung proudly above, casting a silver sheen on everything it touched, as if blessing the entire celebration.
But none of it meant anything to me.
I wandered through the streets, keeping to the edges of the crowd, my hood pulled low and my scent masked as best as I could. The weight of secrecy clung to me like a second skin.
I didn’t belong here.
Even though the feud between our pack and the Lycans had recently been resolved, the scars of that conflict still lingered. Trust didn’t come easily. And no matter wh
