Damian's POV
He had to be lying.
She was pretending to be a boy back then.
He couldn’t have... he couldn’t have known. Couldn’t have touched her like that. Not without knowing.
But my wolf wasn’t buying any of it. He was thrashing inside me, pure fury, demanding answers. Demanding blood.
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t even see straight through the haze of red boiling in my vision.
The next second, I was already moving — fast, faster than I’d intended.
Storming toward the kitchen, kicking the door open so hard it cracked against the wall.
She was there.
Sitting at the counter.
Eating f*****g pancakes like nothing had happened. Like her very existence wasn’t currently tearing apart centuries of fragile peace between species.
I froze.
Heart pounding. Wolf howling.
