Damian’s POV
The middle of the night was cold and quiet.
I was standing by the tall glass window in my hotel room, looking out at the dark ocean. In my mouth, the sweet taste of that cheap strawberry candy was almost gone, but my wolf was still lying down inside my chest, quiet and calm.
Suddenly, the heavy door of my room swung open.
Marcus rushed inside. He did not knock. His face was tense, and he held his black computer screen tight in both hands.
“Alpha,” Marcus said, his voice sharp and low. “Our private security network just picked up an alarm.”
I turned around slowly, my eyes cold. “What alarm?”
Marcus tapped his screen and held it out for me to see. A bright red line was blinking on the map.
“Ten minutes ago, someone tried to search your real name,” Marcus said, pointing a
