~Darien's Point Of View~
Darien is not a man easily shaken. At least, that's what the world thinks. To them, he's the second son of the mighty Alpha of the Duskwind pack, the one with his mother's sharp jawline and even sharper sense of responsibility, the one who can walk into any room and command respect just by folding his arms. To them, he's a wall of discipline and dignity.
But behind the mask? Behind the mask, he's a fool who can't stop thinking about a girl. And yeah, it's not just any girl, but Heidi. The Moon Blessed. The supposed "joke" of the Moon Goddess. One of the humans given wolf blood and shoved into their world like lambs tossed into a den of lions. A nobody. A pest. The girl he told himself he'd stay away from because that's what he's supposed to do with filth.
Except he didn't think she was filth anymore, not after that night.
Gods, that night.
