Damian's POV
The moment Aria settled onto my back, her fingers gripping my fur, my wolf practically purred with satisfaction.
*Mine. Ours. Safe.*
"Hold on tight, sweetheart," I said, my voice rougher through the shift, carrying both my tone and his growl.
She tightened her grip, her thighs pressing against my sides. The scent of her—jasmine and vanilla—wrapped around us, making my wolf dizzy with pleasure.
I moved to the balcony in three smooth strides. The night air was cool, crisp with the scent of pine and earth. Below us, the forest stretched out like a dark sea.
"Wait—Damian, we're really high up—"
I didn't give her time to panic. I leaped.
Her gasp was lost to the wind as we plummeted through the darkness. My wolf reveled in it—the rush, the fall, her arms w
