Chapter 43

Damien POV
She stood at the forefront, flanked by Théo, her head warrior, while roughly twenty-five warriors fanned out behind her in silent formation. A low growl clawed its way up my chest, barely contained, as I noticed Fabrice on her opposite side their daughter clutched tightly in his arms as though he expected me to tear her away.
An unsettling turmoil twisted through me. I didn’t understand it. Words refused to arrange themselves, my thoughts tangled and useless. And then her scent finally reached me. The moment it did, something primal and overwhelming surged through my veins a raw, uncontrollable need to touch her.