Damian’s POV
The private service corridor was quiet, away from the chatter of the lower floors.
I walked with long, heavy strides, my black coat sweeping around my knees. Behind me, Marcus and four of my strongest guards kept pace, their boots making no sound on the carpeted floor.
My head still burned with a dull, throbbing pressure.
Ever since my jet touched down in Greyport, my inner wolf had been clawing at my ribs like a starved beast. It paced back and forth inside my soul, growling, sniffing the air, driving my senses wild.
Control yourself, I warned the beast in silence. We have a meeting with the harbor port officials. Do not make me lock you down.
The wolf snapped back with a low, restless snarl, refusing to lie down.
Suddenly, Marcus’s ear twitched.
Ten paces behind us,
