Heather’s POV

Panting heavily, I pressed myself into the dark corner, desperate for a moment to catch my breath. The wounds from battling Raven’s minions burned fiercely, and my strength was waning. Damon, always the relentless fighter, had taken down several of the minions before being struck by a wolfsbane dart. Now, he lay unconscious on the ground. It was Colt’s doing—he stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a cruel smirk on his face, clearly savoring the ...