Chapter Hundred Twelve

Noah's POV

It soon became obvious what their ace was….or rather, who.

It soon became obvious when Damon separated himself from his pack, that was what I had taken to calling considering how they fluttered around him.

When the two of us caught the other's gaze, it held for the longest and the tension, the need for bloodshed was calling out to us.

Riding us both hard.

He was standing now unobstructed, without his men underfoot, his white shirt flapping around him as the wind blew up a notch.

His dark pants and heavy boots looked worse for wear, but that wasn't what drew my attention.

It was the unnaturally still way he held himself, it was like his body was encased in eyes but from here I could see his eyes were sharp, picking up on every movement.

It felt like no one else existed but the two of us, even though I could hear distant sounds of roars and men fighting.

Everything that happened was building up to this point.

"You need to go," I said quietly to Zirah who was still behind my