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...