Author's POV
The night everything changed, Vanessa hadn't even been there.
She'd heard about it secondhand, in fragments that grew more horrifying with each retelling. A business reception. Some minor executive who'd had too much to drink and leaned in too close, whispering something in Damian's ear.
And then Damian—composed, controlled, untouchable Damian—had simply snapped.
By the time three grown wolves managed to drag him off, the man was on the floor in a spreading pool of red, his throat torn open.
Vanessa had gone to the hospital to see the victim herself. She'd stood at the foot of his bed and stared at the bandages wrapping his ruined neck, at the tube he now breathed through. The doctors had removed what was left of his vocal cords. He would never speak again. Ne
