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Damon's POV

After my craftwork was etched into Jax's skin for a lifetime, I stood up and went away. The idiots that had come out of the club were now calling the Police. But right now, instead of getting into all this mess, I had more important things to do.

Like, punish a special one.

As soon as I was out of everybody's eyes, I turned into my wolf. My bones cracked as they broke into multiple pieces to take the form of my vicious black wolf.

In the next second, I was rushing through the slaps of heavily icy wind. The winter was almost around the corner. It barely took me five minutes to cross the distance of five miles. My chest heaved heavily as I stood outside the guarded territory of a pack.

Or should I even call it a territory?

There were actually no guards to protect the territory of the weakest pack that I had come across till now from the information of address that I had received from my guard. 'Half Moon' pack. Thi