Damien's POV

"You're a psychopath!"

I rubbed my palms on my face, burst into laughter, and then shook my head to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

The spooky room ignites terror but staring at my prey makes it glorious.

It's his secret hideout, fishing him out was like sweeping the whole pack.

"It's just a dance," I murmured with bright eyes at him. My laugh became a grin as he couldn't breathe but stared into my eyes.

He was on his knees, covered in blood and fuel and my hand ...