DAMON
I stood in the corridor staring at the door Rika had just disappeared behind, my chest doing something uncomfortable that I wasn't going to name out loud.
Something was wrong.
Not the regular kind of wrong this pack had trained me to handle. This was different. Rika didn't break. Not ever. Not in front of people, not in front of me, not in front of anyone. The man had taken punches, gunshots, pack politics, years of thankless loyalty, without flinching once. So whatever happened to him out there in that yard the second Damon said that name, it wasn't small.
My head was still spinning with it when footsteps came up behind me.
"What the hell is wrong with that one?"
Kade asked me, staring at the closed door with his jaw already set in that particular way that told me this convers
