Damian's POV
It’s been a year since the war ended.
A year since blood stained the gates of Crescent Valley. Since betrayal unraveled, since justice was served, and since I walked away from everything I once believed in.
Now, I live here within the Lycan capital far from the remnants of the Silverclaw Pack. My cousin, Luther, has taken over leadership duties in my absence. He’s doing well. Better than expected, really. He’s strong, diplomatic, and level-headed. The kind of Alpha Silverclaw always needed. The kind I was never meant to be.
Because I wasn’t truly one of them.
Not really.
Today marks my final visit to her—Luna Denise. The woman who raised me. The woman I once called mother.
She awaits execution.
It’s been scheduled and approved by the high council, and no one—no pack, n
