Damian’s POV
Elder Vance was still speaking when my hand closed around the edge of the table.
I barely heard his words.
Something had just happened. Deep inside me, my wolf lifted his head. He had been resting peacefully since we left Greyport, giving me little trouble beyond that strange incident on Grand Avenue when a hooded boy caught his attention. I had forced him to remain calm then, and he had eventually settled.
Now he was suddenly alert.
A deep growl rose from within him.
I straightened in my seat.
What is it?
My wolf didn’t answer. His attention seemed fixed on something far beyond the walls of the Wolfe Fortress. I felt a strange pressure in my chest, followed by a surge of emotion so sudden that I tightened my grip on the table.
Then my wolf roared.
Elder Vance stoppe
