Chapter 43: Damien's Rock Bottom
The news came at midnight, delivered by a lone scout who stumbled into the lodge covered in snow and blood, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The pack had gathered in the great hall, the fire roaring high to ward off the winter chill that seeped through every c***k. I sat beside Victor on the raised dais, my hand resting on the curve of my belly, feeling our daughter shift and kick as if she sensed the storm brewing. Tears had been my constant companion these past weeks, falling at the smallest trigger, but tonight they froze in my eyes, waiting.
The scout dropped to one knee, head bowed. "Luna. Alpha. Damien Caldwell... he is gone. They found him in the ruins of the old Silver Ridge throne room. Hanging from the broken chandelier. A note pinned to his c
