Raven follows Damien outside, her posture tense as she steps into the open air. The scent of pine and damp earth fills her lungs, but the crisp air does little to ease the weight pressing against her chest. She barely takes a few steps before a small group of wolves approaches, their expressions cold and unreadable.
At the front stands a tall, powerful-looking she-wolf with sharp golden eyes. Her stance radiates dominance, and her lips curl in distaste as she glares at Raven.
"You will never be one of us," the she-wolf sneers. "You should just leave now."
Raven stiffens, but before she can respond, Damien moves. His body shifts in a flash, stepping between them with an unmistakable air of authority. His fangs flashing.
“Are we going to have a problem, Cara?” His voice is quiet, but the
