Damon POV
I found Caden outside the training barracks, sharpening his blade like he was waiting for a war.
Perfect timing.
“We need to talk,” I said.
He glanced up, eyebrows already narrowing. “That tone never means anything good.”
“It’s not,” I replied. “Kaliah’s going back to Seattle.”
The scraping of metal stopped.
He looked at me like I’d just grown two heads, most likely. “Come again?”
“She’s going. The Silver Moon Pack reached out to her. They want to talk. She’s decided to hear them out.”
His jaw clenched. “And you’re letting her?”
I met his eyes coldly. “I’m not her leash, Caden.”
“No, but you are her mate. And you’re seriously letting her walk into that city—blind—and deal with people who turned their backs on her while her family burned?”
“She’s not asking,” I said, v
