The journey to the Moonlit Pack's Packhouse was mostly silent. I walked between Magnus and Xavier. My heart pounded as we passed familiar sights—the towering trees, the cobbled pathways, the strong scent of wood and grass.
The warriors stationed around the territory stared at me as I walked past. Some of them looked stunned, their eyes widening in disbelief. Others narrowed their gazes, their lips pressing into thin lines.
I just ignored them. I had only one goal.
To see Damien.
To face whatever it was that Magnus and Xavier refused to tell me.
My hands trembled slightly, but I balled them into fists, forcing myself to stay strong. I had to be.
For Damien, I thought. For my mate...
I turned to Magnus, who walked silently. His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions. Then, I glanced at Xavier, who looked tense, occasionally clenching his jaw. They still refused to speak about Damien.
I swallowed hard. "Is he... in the Packhouse?"
