Damian’s POV

The world behind the demon lines was more horrific than I expected. The smell dominating behind them was so strong. It’s not just the smell of the blood or smoke. It’s rot like something spoiled that refuses to die. Every breath burns my throat. Every sound was ringing loudly in my ears. I move anyway, because stopping means dying and dying means failing.

Five of us. That’s all that made it this far. At least that volunteered to be here

Jax is on my left, his big shoulders ...