Chapter 63

Damien's POV We had spent most of last night in the pack hospital. I had mindlinked some of our men to come get us since we were both injured, but they kept pressing for answers, how could we possibly get hurt just outside our own territory? It was humiliating. I would rather die than admit the truth: the witch we all believed to be dead was back. If the pack found out she had returned, hell-bent on revenge for what we did to her daughter, there would be a mass exodus. I planned to tell my father, though. He had discussed the situation with Jace more than anyone else. For now, only the ranked wolves and my father needed to know. Between the four of us, I was sure we could come up with a solution. I slept in. I was drained, both physically and mentally. I didn’t get back to my room until after one in the morning. My arm was in a temporary cast to allow my wolf time to heal the break. I had a gash on my forehead, but it was already starting to close up nicely. The only silver lining was