Jacqueline wasn't looking at anyone.
Her gaze remained fixed on the floor, her body trembling faintly as if even the act of breathing took effort.
Damien's heart twisted painfully at the sight of her.
Yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from the mark on her neck.
It felt like something had lodged in his chest, making it impossible to breathe.
A sudden howl of agony cut through the room.
Damien's head snapped toward the sound.
The female wolf that had been fighting moments ago now lay sprawled on the floor. The air carried the sharp scents of the wolves involved in the fight against Henri's beta. But as Damien processed their scents, something unexpected struck him.
They belonged to Henri's pack.
Yet they were defending Jacqueline.
His nostrils flared again as he caught another familiar scent. The two injured wolves in the room were the same ones who had been present during the earlier attack.
Damien slowly turned his head toward Ignacio.
