Damien's POV Desmond moved before I could stop him.One moment he was beside me, breathing hard, blood soaking through his cloth. The next, he was on his feet, sword out, body angled in front of me like he still had strength to spare.“Stay back,” he warned, voice shaking.I heard the lie in it.His knees hit the ground a second later.His hand flew to his ribs, fingers pressing hard, like he could force the pain back inside. Still, he didn’t drop the sword. He stayed in front of me.“Desmond,” I said quietly.He didn’t look back. “I can stand,” he muttered. “Just give me one moment.” I lifted my gaze past him.The new alpha stood where our gates used to be. Calm. Unhurried. Like he was walking into a court, not ruins soaked in the blood of warriors.I straightened, ignoring the unease I felt in my body.“You’re from where,” I asked, “and you want what here?”My voice carried across the broken land.“This is Blackthorne land,” I said. “You claim you came to help me?”“Yes, Alpha Dam
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