Raven’s words hung in the air between them, the weight of everything they had been through settling in Damien’s chest.
“He said anger,” Damien muttered, his voice low. “A part of him was irate that I left him. But he also said he didn’t think he would be accepted since he was a rogue.” His jaw clenched, tension radiating from his body.
Raven reached out, smoothing her hand over his chest in slow, soothing strokes. His muscles were taut beneath her fingertips, his warmth steadying.
“If only I had known,” Damien exhaled, his voice heavy with regret. “I could have brought him back to the pack.”
Raven met his gaze, her expression gentle but firm. “I’m not sure you could have. It seems Dominic wanted to stay away. And look at how all of this is unfolding… If he wasn’t a rogue, we might not
