I could feel his gaze on me the entire time, heavy and sharp like a hunter watching prey.
When I reached the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. I leaned against it and shut my eyes.
Seven winters…
Seven winters of loyalty, of standing by his side as his Luna.
And now, it was over.
The moon outside the window cast a pale glow across the room, quiet and cold.
The crystal communicator on the table lit up. A message appeared, marked with the crest of the Wolfhart bloodline.
[Rayya, the flight path is secured. The Wolfhart guards will arrive in Ravencrest in three days. Whatever the Redclaw Pack owes you, I will make them repay it ten times over. A hundred times over.]
I stared at the message, heat rising behind my eyes.
Before I could reply, the door opened without warning.
Damon walked in, his steps firm, his Alpha presence filling the room. His sharp gaze locked onto the crystal communicator in my hand.
In just a few strides, he reached me and took it away. The screen went dark at that exact moment.
He didn’t try to unlock it. He simply tossed it onto the carpet as if it meant nothing. Then his hand came up, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.