Skye's POV
After my father released Damian and his pack—excluding his mother, who remained imprisoned for her crimes—he made Damian swear something that felt heavier than any punishment he could’ve declared.
“You are never to return to Crescent Valley,” he said, his voice echoing across the throne room like a death sentence.
Damian stood still, his jaw clenched tight, the faintest tremor in his chest betraying the storm he was holding back. For a long moment, he didn’t respond. He looked straight ahead, eyes void of emotion, lips parted but silent.
The bond may have been severed, but I could still feel it. The ache. The tether. The unspoken words that danced between us like dying embers refusing to go out.
Finally, Damian spoke.
“I swear.”
And just like that, he turned to leave.
Hi
