[Damian]

The steering wheel of my car was still warm from my grip, a phantom heat that matched the low-simmering rage in my chest. I stepped out into the damp night air, my Lycan, Ghost, pacing the cage of my ribs.

She is here, he rumbled, a sound like grinding stones. In the dark. With the dead.

I didn't wait for the bouncer. I walked past the velvet rope, my presence alone enough to make the humans shrink back and the vampires stiffen. I wasn't here as a diplomat. I was here as a man who ...