Damian's POV
I watched her hang up the phone, her hand trembling slightly as she set it down.
My wolf was still restless from the conversation—hearing that old woman's voice, hearing Ethan's pathetic attempt to control her.
It took everything in me not to rip the phone from her hand and tell them exactly where they could shove their family bullshit.
But this was her fight. Her moment to draw the line.
And she'd done it perfectly.
"You okay?" I asked, sliding my hand up her spine.
She turned to face me, and I saw something shift in her expression—relief, maybe. Or freedom.
"I'm better than okay," she whispered.
I cupped her face, brushing my thumb across her cheek. The skin there was soft, warm. "Good. You know my shoulder is always there for you."
"I know."
