Damon turned back once more before getting into the car. Aria stood at the door, her arms folded gently over her chest, the wind brushing her hair back.

"Thank you for everything," he said quietly.

Aria gave him a soft nod. "Take care of her."

"I will. Always," he promised, before sliding into the car beside Talia.

The drive back to the D’Argon pack house was quieter than expected. Talia leaned into Damon’s shoulder, and he occasionally reached out to hold her hand. No words were needed. They had said everything that mattered.

***

When they stepped into the dining hall that evening, Lucien and Lily were already seated, finishing...