A planned attack
Damien sat at the polished mahogany table, nodding along to a human businessman's proposal, but his mind wasn't entirely focused on the words being spoken. He'd been through a thousand meetings like this before, and normally, he could handle them with ease. But today was different.
A sudden wave of fear washed over him, sharp and unexpected, making his muscles tense beneath his tailored suit. It wasn't his fear, though. It was Anne's. The unmistakable pull of their mate bond surged within him, and though she was far away, the intensity of her emotions hit him like a physical blow. He could feel her panic and her restlessness, as if she were calling out to him without words. His chest tightened.
Damien shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to maintain his composure as the men around him droned on about figures, logistics, and market projections. His wolf stirred inside him, restless, as if sensing his mate's distress.