Damon's Point of View
Fury consumed me.
The moment Giselle's message hit my mind—Sera's shifting—nothing else existed. Not the meeting, not Thorne's lies, not pack politics or diplomatic courtesy.
Just Sera.
I'd ignored everyone's shocked stares as I walked out. Ignored Thorne calling after me, demanding explanations. Ignored Jace trying to smooth things over.
The second I was outside, I shifted.
My wolf took over instantly, powerful and desperate. We ran faster than we'd ever run before, tearing across pack territory with single-minded focus.
'Mate. Need to get to mate.'
"I know."
But when I burst through that window, when I saw what was happening—
That man. On top of her. Kissing her. Hands pinning her down while she struggled weakly against him.
Red filled my vision.
I'd rip
