Chapter 11

Damon’s claws dug into the table as he snatched the phone back up, his voice ragged from the growl still burning in his throat. “Where did you get this video?” he demanded, sharp and dangerous. The man on the other end hesitated before replying, his voice shaky. “Shadowclaw territory. I… I’m stuck here, Alpha. It’s chaos like war. The streets are torn apart, packs clashing, and I can’t get out.” Damon’s nostrils flared. “Sloane… left Blackthorn for that?” His voice dripped with fury. “Yes,” the man said quickly. “She’s here, and I swear, she’s caught in the middle of it. She is an attending doctor at the emergency ward. But Alpha, please, can you help me out? I’m trapped.” The words barely registered. Damon’s mind was spiraling, darker and darker. She could’ve stayed. She could’ve remained by my side, as a loyal Luna. She didn’t need to chase this so-called career, this defiance. She could’ve chosen me. Instead, she had chosen to walk away. Chosen another pack. Another Alpha’s orbit. T