DAMIEN’S POV

The phone felt like a live wire in my hand. Leon’s voice—calm, casual, like he had any right to be calling me—made my wolf snarl so loud I tasted blood.

“Be fast,” I snapped. “I don’t have time.”

A soft chuckle came through the line. “I know your fiancée is pretty and all—”

I growled—low, dangerous, the sound vibrating through the speaker.

“Watch it.”

“Chill, man,” he said quickly, almost laughing. “I’m not trying to step on toes. I just…heard she had a fall today during PE. Twisted her ankle pretty bad. I was gonna check on her after class, make sure she was okay, but then I...