Damon POV
A year had passed.
A year since I had last seen Kalilah, my mate and would-be Luna, fleeing into the night to never be seen again. Time seemed to blend into each day, leaving me struggling and trying to figure out what I was going to do.
But one thing was sure: I couldn’t allow myself to fall victim to allowing my pack to suffer. So I kept my pack first, taking care of them as best I could. Caden was there, backing me up, ensuring I wouldn’t stumble.
In the past year, I’d expanded our reach across Portland. Smaller packs were either submitted or allied through carefully negotiated treaties. My wolves patrolled more territory than ever before. We were stronger, leaner, and more unified. I made sure of it. If Axel ever did come back—if he was even still breathing—he wouldn’t su
