Damon – POV

A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor.

“Come in.”

“We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned.

“What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella.

“Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”

“Any specific reason why?”

“Don’t know yet,” he ...