Damian's POV
The private airport lounge was quiet, insulated from the chaos of commercial terminals.
I sat reviewing project reports on my tablet, but my mind kept drifting back to Aria's face as I'd left her at the car—the way she'd looked at me, like she was memorizing every detail.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, already missing her.
"What time is it?"
Rick checked his watch. "Nine o'clock, Alpha." He knew what I was really asking. "Should be arriving any minute now."
This trip involved the largest cross-continental joint venture in decades—uniting the North American Wolf Council and the Confederation of European Packs, the first formal alliance linking Pack territories across the Atlantic.
Shared trade corridors, resource networks, diplomatic channels
